Jazz: Is he gone yet?
Will: Jazz, did you hear any of that? This is getting out of control. I need a phony poet tonight.
Jazz: What does he have to do?
Will: He just has to have a big afro, a dashiki and stand in front of a crowd and read some stuff I'll write.
Jazz: He has to be able to read?
Will: Yes, Jazz.
Jazz: That'll cost you two extra Jacksons, but I know a guy. He's a sidewalk jewelry salesman so he has free nights. But he'll need $60. Cash. In advance.
Will: $60? Are you tripping? All I got is $20.
Jazz: He'll take it.
Will: Here's an extra $10. Get me a Rolex.