Will: Yo, Carlton, what's up, man? What you working on?
Carlton: It's an assignment from English class. I'm supposed to imagine myself twenty years from now.
Will: Oh, no wonder you're so depressed.
Carlton: You laugh now, but I figure, 20 years from now, my dad will be taking his seat on the Supreme Court. We'll still see each other, especially on weekends when he and Mom come by to see me and little Carlton.
Will: You are little Carlton.
Carlton: And if the family is at all consistent my wife's wise-guy nephew will move in and make my life a living hell.
Will: Your wife? Oh, this is science fiction.