Will: I don't see what the big deal is about Princeton anyway.
Carlton: Simple, they're interviewing at Bel-Air Prep this week. They're looking for a few good men.
Will: Darn, Carlton. If they was looking for a few good Pygmies, you'd have been a shoe in.
Carlton: Face it, ghetto goof, there's no one at Bel-Air Prep that comes close to having my grades or my willingness to flatter authority figures without a thought to personal dignity.
Philip: They'll be lucky to have you, son.
Carlton: And you're the guy who taught me. And by the way, you look really great in denim. See?