Melinda: Boys I'd love to go to the Halloween party tonight but I can only go with one of you.
Will: Okay. Tough luck, Carlton. Beat it, see you, scram, sayonara, peace out. And so long, screwy.
Woman: Not so fast. I don't even know you.
Melinda: Count your blessings.
Will: Now do you see, miss? This is an example of the difference between the two of us. I mean, while Carlton snaps at every opportunity to take a cheap shot, I'm the kindest, gentlest soul you'll ever want to meet. Melinda, I'm nice to all people. Young and old. A couple weeks ago, Carlton's grandmother visited. Who kept her company? Not Carlton.