Will: Now, wait a minute, Uncle Phil. I don't usually say this, but I agree with the little squidget. Come on, you can't go down to that courthouse by yourself. You need a bodyguard. Hey, I'm your man.
Philip: I'll be fine, Will.
Will: Uh-huh. That's just what Bobo Anderson said.
Philip: Who?
Will: Bobo Anderson. One of my boys from back in Philly. Oh see, Bobo started getting all these threatening letters. Everybody was like: "Yo, Bobo, you need to watch your back. You know brothers be tripping." He's like, "No, man, I'm cool. I'm all right." Then, bam! One day he just up and disappeared.
Carlton: He was killed?
Will: Oh, no, his family moved out of town. I ain't seen him since third grade.
Philip: Will, what has all this got to do with your being my bodyguard?
Will: Oh. You know, I figure if you let me slide down to that courtroom with you, you know I might get to console some of them show-biz madam girls. You know, it won't be just your body I'm guarding, you know what I'm saying? You know what I'm talking about, dawg. You know what I'm saying, right? You know. You know what I'm saying. You know what I'm saying, right? You know. You know what I'm saying, boy? You know Damn, I miss Bobo.