Philip: You mean to tell me that Luther stole your Willie Mays and you didn't tell me about it?
Will: I-I didn't really know, Uncle Phil. Hey, but, if we want to be serious about this, this is all your fault.
Philip: Excuse me?
Will: Well, if you had let me go to the beach then none of this would have never happened.
Philip: Will, I will give you to the count of ten to get out of my sight. Nine...
Will: Luther get on my nerves. Steal my stuff. Now I get in trouble. I wish that punk was in here right now, boy, 'cause I'd... scream like a girl. Uncle Phil, Luther's in the house!
Luther: Yeah, you right. Dig me with my bad self, huh?