Jazz: Man, they ought to draw a chalk outline around this place.
Carlton: Hey, Jazz. So, what can I get you? A sandwich? A T-shirt? Peacock-a-cola? I made that one up myself.
Jazz: It shows. Actually, I just came by to see Will.
Carlton: Mr. Smith is no longer employed here.
Jazz: Looks like he took everybody with him too.
Carlton: They didn't leave because of Will. They left because of me. I mean, they just need time to get acclimated to some of my new policies.
Jazz: Phillipe told me you cut the teeth marks off the pickles and reuse them.