Will: Baby, now, say those words that you know send chills up my spine.
Lisa: I want you to meet my father.
Will: What you talking about, girl?
Lisa: Well, baby, he and I are very close. And before you and I get any closer I think that you should meet him.
Will: That's cool. I'll meet him when we come back from Palm Springs. Oh, check it out. I got us the Wilt Chamberlain suite. With the electronic scoreboard over the bed and everything.
Lisa: Well, before you and I get into a little one on one you're gonna have to talk to the head coach.
Will: Well, I'm saying, what if he ain't playing off the same playbook I am?
Lisa: Well, then we're gonna have to call a time-out.
Will: Hey, hey, don't be using my analogy against me.
Lisa: Come on, baby. I'm just not gonna be comfortable going unless I know that my father approves of you. As if there's anything not to approve of. [she kisses Will]
Will: Oh, not the ears, baby. All right, I'll talk to your daddy. Keep doing that, we're gonna have to dig up his daddy, I'll talk to him too.