Hilary: What are you doing?
Jazz: Mrs. Banks said I could take this home.
Hilary: Oh, no, you don't. I'm serving that tonight.
Jazz: No, you're not.
Hilary: Yes, I am.
Jazz: No, you're not.
Hilary: Yes, I am.
Jazz: No, you're not.
Jazz: Yes, I am.
Ashley: Guys, stop it! Jazz, let go.
Hilary: Yes, I am! [the tray smacks Will in the face]
Will: [high-pitched, nasal voice] I'm okay. I'm okay. Um... Maybe we can run by X-ray on the way to Lisa's?