Will: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Mr. Wilkes, come on, don't leave. This is... This is not the real me. This is Carlton.
Fred: Why you putting on airs, boy?
Will: Look, please? Mr. Wilkes, I like your daughter more than any other girl... that I've ever been with in my life. And believe me, I've been with... Out of girlfriend for a long time. Listen, I just wanted to make a good impression on you.
Fred: Well, look, as long as we're being honest with each other... I wasn't gonna like you no matter how you acted.
Will: Oh, why not?
Fred: Well, ever since the good Lord took my Yvonne... my life's been pretty empty, Will, except for Lisa. I'm a little overprotective.
Will: Really? Look, Mr. Wilkes, I mean, the real Will Smith ain't bourgie. I'm telling you, he's a low-class working stiff like yourself. Even lower. [both laugh] Hoo!
Fred: Hey, I tell you what, Will. Why don't we get out of this joint and introduce me to the real Will Smith?
Will: Yes, sir, sounds good to me. Oh, say, baby, you seen the real Will Smith? [laughs]