Will: Whoa, wait, back up, girl. Wax on, wax off.
Jackie: I'm sorry I had to clock you last night, but you know me and my temper.
Will: No, you know, I understand. That torch you've been carrying for me all these years suddenly got a little too hot to handle.
Jackie: We were friends, Will. Nothing more.
Will: We were more than friends that night after Alonzo Simmons' party.
Jackie: I was young and immature then. I guess you still are, Lobe.
Will: Hey, hey, hey, don't you be calling me Lobe. I left that in Philly, where I thought I left you.