Carlton: Will, I'm not in the mood for this.
Will: Oh. You not in the mood for this, huh? Well, look here, too short, if you wanna sit around and wallow in the stench of your own self-pity then you go right ahead.
Carlton: Will, you don't understand.
Will: Oh, no, I understand, you big baby. "My sweater shrunk. My grades are low. My head is too small for my body."
Carlton: It is?
Will: Oh, shut up, Carlton. Now, I'm gonna tell you something. I am not gonna sit around here with your stank-robe-wearing, slipper-shuffling, resume-polishing, little-kids-don't-like-me blues. Now, I'm about to go out and I'm gonna get me a 16-piece nugget dinner. And when I get back, I wanna see a new attitude, mister. And for God's sakes, clean yourself up.