Will: No, check it out. On the serious tip, you got to fix our air conditioner today. We got some people coming over for a party. And as good hosts, we'd prefer that they didn't melt.
Philip: Sorry, Uncle Phil has left the building. You're now talking to landlord Banks and he's not fixing anything until he gets his rent.
Carlton: You'll get the rent when we get the air.
Philip: What did you say?
Carlton: I'm sorry, was I talking out loud?
Will: You know what, Uncle Phil? Forget it, you win. We'll just move our little somethin'-somethin' from inside to poolside.
Philip: Oh, no, you don't. No rent, no pool, no party, no nothing.
Carlton: What does he mean by "no nothing"?
Will: Oh, don't worry about it, it's a double negative.