Will: Look, Jazz, I'm sure somebody else will take you in, man.
Jazz: Nope. Kuwaiti was my last hope. And he suspects me of borrowing his whitewalls. I did, but he ain't got no right to make that assumption. Shoot, right now, I ain't even got a friend in Jesus.
Will: All right, just hide your stuff in my closet and I'll work something out.
Jazz: You won't even know we're here. I will, however, require complete silence during The Young and the Restless.