Will: Jazz, what did you do to my jacket?
Jazz: You told me to get it cleaned. So I washed it.
Will: I don't believe you, man, first my CD player, now this. You make a doorknob look smart, man.
Jazz: No need to get testy. At least I got out all the A.1. sauce.
Jazz: Whoa, hold up. Underdog's on.
Will: Excuse me, but I'm watching the Eagles.
Jazz: Well, excuse me... but you once preferred the whimsy of a yogi and a Boo Boo. Will, I hardly know you.