Carlton: Geoffrey, I'm famished. Can you make me a Gorgonzola sandwich on a croissant, heavy on the Grey Poupon?
Geoffrey: Certainly.
Carlton: Thanks. [exits]
Will: Oh, my God. Uncle Phil was right, G. I'm turning into Carlton. All right, that's it. No more of these sissy sandwiches. No more, no more valet parking. And no more of these preppy parties, man. Oh, oh, and that homecoming? No, you can kill that noise. I'm gonna call Cindy right now, and I'm gonna tell her the whole thing is off. Oh, and this check that Uncle Phil gave me? Now you see it, now you don't. Yo, the funky Fresh is back in the flesh with a vengeance, homes. [Geoffrey picks up the plate] Hey, hey, hey. I'm gonna eat that though. But I ain't gonna enjoy it.