Carlton: Look, Jazz, I'm in real trouble. My professor's coming down to check on business. You know a lot of people. Maybe you can bring some of them by.
Jazz: What's in it for me?
Carlton: Well... You know how your pigeons are always getting sick all the time?
Jazz: My babies.
Carlton: I'll pay their vet bill for the rest of the year.
Jazz: Even Oliver? He has a heart murmur.
Carlton: Even Oliver.
Jazz: Be back in an hour.