Will: And the Fresh Prince drives down the court. He stops, he pops, and it's... Yes!
Philip: No.
Vivian: Will, don't play inside. You might break something. Or something might break you.
Will: I'm sorry. You don't have a hoop outside. And Jazz is getting tired of standing on the second-floor balcony holding a pool skimmer.
Jazz: Come on, Prince, man. I know a playground in my neighborhood. 'Course we can only play half-court. They use the other end to sell stolen appliances.