Will: Hey, man, you know what? Don't even worry about it, you probably can't help me anyway. Seeing as this is your last day and all.
Johnny: Whoa, whoa, what's that mean? Brother, I was just cleaning the executive suite up on the 24th floor. They're talking about getting rid of you. Yeah, say you're slipping.
Johnny: They can't do this to me, I have a contract.
Will: Let me tell you, it is so far beyond business up there, they're getting personal. One of them said your mom have a limp. She up on this tip, like...
Johnny: We'll see about this.
Will: Oh, and you should probably take the stairs, man. You know, the elevator's out.
Johnny: Thanks.
Will: [in deep voice] All right, that's the short version of "Mandy" because it's time to bump and grind to another Johnny C. Find. L.A., show some love to Ashley Banks' "Make Up Your Mind."