Will: Uncle Phil, I'm telling you, my money troubles are over. I need you to check out my contract. Man, I ain't seen so many zeros since Carlton's square dance recital.
Carlton: Hardy har... hello. What a sense of humor. And you don't think this guy has talent. You know, you're going to the top, Will. But you're overlooking one small thing.
Will: What? You mean beside that little chocolate Tic Tac you call your head?
Carlton: Ha, ha. Killing me. He's killing me. Ha, ha. But, seriously, Will, you know, you're going to need management. Someone to look out for you. Someone to-
Will: Take 10 percent.
Carlton: Why, I'd love to.