Will: Jazz, man, I'm glad you're here.
Jazz: What's up, man? You sounded kind of clutch on the phone.
Will: Man, I'm in big trouble. I promised Christina I'd have a famous poet at school tonight.
Jazz: I'm connected, but I don't know any famous poets.
Will: Jazz, I need somebody to pretend to be a famous poet.
Philip: [o.s.] I'll be home about 6:00, Geoffrey.
Jazz: Is that your uncle? Man, I'm tired of those grass burns. [runs out]