Will: Hey, fellas, it worked out perfect, right? We all got to be on the show!
Jazz: Have we met? Or am I too stupid to remember?
Tyriq: Jazz, I think that's that backstabbing Smith boy. Oops, time to breathe again.
Will: Oh, it's like that? Well, look, at least one of us will win the car and when I do, you guys can grab a bus and meet me at the beach.