Will: You smell chicken?
Carlton: Forget about it, Will. Rule number 13, no poultry in the car.
Jazz: [o.s.] Are we there yet?
Carlton: Will, I think the engine's knocking.
Will: That's not where the engine is, stupid. [knocking]
Jazz: Chicken, my brother?
Will: Jazz, how did you get in the trunk?
Jazz: It was easy. Oh, by the way, you need a new lock for your garage. Wow. College. Just like I imagined it.