Jazz: Happy birthday, Mr. Banks. Heard you had quite a soiree last night. That's French for "shindig."
Philip: What's French for "unwelcomed guest"?
Jazz: I bought this for you. They're false teeth. They were my grandmom's. She don't need them no more. I know that look. You're not getting any younger. This isn't good for your back. I brought this on myself.
[Uncle Phil throws Jazz out of the house]
Will: Aah! Man, Uncle Phil, you beat your own record by, like, 10 feet.