Eric: Why, hello, everyone. Nice day, isn't it?
Will: I don't have to answer that.
Eric: Mr. Banks, I just wanted to wish you good luck.
Philip: Son, I'm not the one who's going to need luck. I'm not only going to win. I'm going to chew you up and spit you out.
Jazz: I've seen him do a lot of chewing... but I ain't never seen him spit nothing out.