Fire Chief: Our work here is done. You okay?
Will: No, I'm not okay, man. How could I do this? I mean, it ain't like I ain't done some stupid stuff since I been out here but how am I supposed to explain this?
Fire Chief: Son, just how did this happen?
Will: I had a little accident cooking the flambe.
Fire Chief: Flambe? You torched your uncle's kitchen cooking flambe? [laughs] Black folks ain't supposed to cook flambe. You stupid. Hey, guys, sissy boy been cooking flambe. [stops laughing] I hope I've been of assistance to you.