Will: Hilary, what is wrong with you, child?
Hilary: They're out there.
Will: Well, Hilary, other than the pork thing, they're pretty much just like us.
Hilary: I'm talking about Cindy and Krista. If my friends see me serving food, I'll be the laughingstock of Bel-Air!
Will: Hilary, don't be ridiculous. Carlton's the laughingstock of Bel-Air. Besides, you're the caterer. You can't hide in the kitchen all night!
Hilary: You're right. They might come in here.
Will: What are you- [Hilary hides in the storage cupboard] Hilary! You know, ever since you got a job I've been working my butt off!