Carlton: Face it, Will. You're not gonna find a job in there. What are you qualified to do besides flirt with women and dance to loud, primitive music?
Will: "Male strippers wanted." Bingo.
Carlton: Will, tell me you're joking. Even you, with your depraved, working-class morality wouldn't stoop so low.
Will: "Earn up to $500 a night."
Carlton: Shake that groove thing.