Carlton: Can't we just talk about this?
Will: Listen, I don't wanna talk about nothing. I just wanna watch the game and forget it.
Carlton: Fine with me.
Will: Careful with that drumstick, Uncle Phil. Turn your back, Carlton's liable to start eating and say: "Oops. Dad, it just jumped in my mouth."
Carlton: Well, maybe that wouldn't happen if you treated the drumstick like a person instead of a piece of meat.
Will: You know what, Carlton? You ain't nothing but a dog.
Carlton: Oh, yeah? Well, you're an acrimonious, rancorous, virulent coveter.
Will: Oh, yeah? Well, you ain't nothing but a dog.