Will: Carlton, look, a quarter.
Carlton: Oh, it's mine. It's mine.
Will: You're pathetic.
Carlton: You're right. I've hit rock bottom. How come you can see the quarter and I can't?
Will: Because there ain't no quarter, man. Now get on the phone and call Uncle Phil.
Carlton: Will, it's a sign.
Will: You're an imbecile, but we still have to call Uncle Phil.
Carlton: But you don't understand. It's a dance contest and I'm a dancing machine.