Jazz: I think I got the answer to our problem right here in my sock.
Will: Jazz, ain't nobody going to pay no money to see your sixth toe.
Jazz: Allow me, my brother.
Will: Yo, you've been holding out on me.
Jazz: I'm sorry. Emergency bean-pot fund. Miss Lola, can I interest you in a game of chance?
Lola: I'm listening.
Jazz: Okay. I'm thinking of a number between one and ten. What is it?
Lola: Four.
Jazz: Damn!