Will: You gotta come home.
Carlton: I'm not leaving.
Will: Look, listen, man. I called Aunt Viv to tell her how we was doing in San Francisco she gave me some bad news, man. Geoffrey fell down the back steps, split his wig. We gotta go to the hospital.
Carlton: Knock it off, Will.
Will: I'm not lying, man. The whole family's down at the hospital. You can do what you want. I'm going down there.
Carlton: You're serious?
Will: Yes.
Tiny: C-note, you better go, man.
Jazz: Yeah. Later. My condolences.
Will: Great. Let's go.