Carlton: Mom, I think what Will is referring to is-
Vivian: [groans] [squeezes Carlton's hand] Oh, my God, the pains are getting closer. Carlton, honey, get up off the floor.
Carlton: My hand!
Vivian: What is wrong with everybody? [screams] Philip, pull up your damn pants and let's go!
Will: Hey, Aunt Viv, I wanna go, too.
Vivian: Thank you, sweetheart. You know, I could really use somebody to hold my hand. [Will pulls his hand back]