Will: I'm just saying, look, it ain't no way I'm letting Carlton ruin this weekend.
Jazz: Are we slowing down?
Will: I mean, nothing, but nothing, should stand between a man and his Phi Beta booty.
Jazz: Will, you're only doing 20 over the speed limit. What's wrong?
Will: Look, didn't I say nothing's wrong, man? Except the fact that I got a tank full of gas, a campus full of honeys and all I keep thinking about is that little midget we left back there.
Jazz: Will, honestly, I don't think Ashley wanted to come along.
Will: I'm not talking about Ashley. I'm talking about Carlton, man. We left him back there without a friend in the world.
Jazz: Then he should feel right at home.