Will: Oh, Carlton, man, I got to tell you, this is the job of my dreams. No wait, let me change that. This is the job of your dreams. Aah!
Carlton: What are you talking about?
Will: Man, you know, God, I just I really don't think there's any need for me to rub it in, you know. [coughs] Excuse me, that was a Visa. Oh. [coughs] That's an American Express. [coughs then laughs] I think that was a Diner's Club. Gosh, you know, I'm gonna have to have them turn down the air conditioning in my little corner office.
Carlton: Will, if you think you're getting to me, think again. Look, sour grapes is just not my kind of fruit. [exits]
Will: He's walking, he's walking. He's outside now. He stops, picks a little flower. He walks a little farther around the corner, he looks up and he sees... [Carlton screams] the company Porsche. [laughs] Whoo-hoo. Life is good.