Will: Yo, G! Chill, man! Whatever you do, don't open that door.
Vivian: Please, Lord, tell me it isn't the police.
Will: No. It's my boy, Jazz.
Philip: Much worse.
Will: Hey, G. $10 says I ain't home.
Geoffrey: It doesn't quite say it loudly enough. Do I hear $15.
Will: G, you gonna do a brother like that? Man, it's my life's at stake.
Geoffrey: I took that into consideration.