Will: Look, I got the money for the car. We can leave. Come on.
Carlton: No, I can't. It's this damn thing. It just sits there taunting me. "What's wrong, Carlton?" "Lost your nerve, sissy boy?" Look, you got to help me, Will. Make it stop.
Will: Carlton.
Jazz: Okay, everybody, stand back. If I apply the Vulcan death grip, and press real hard right here I believe I can make him black out.