Will: Wait, Uncle Phil, where you going?
Philip: I'm gonna call my lawyer.
Will: Wait, wait, wait. Uncle Phil, you might know your way around the mean streets of Bel-Air but I think you better let me handle this brother on the phone, all right? Hold up. Yo, bro, phone check. Hey, look, we got an important call to make.
Tiny: [on the phone] What's the big deal anyway? It wouldn't be the first time you broke somebody's legs. All right. I love you too, Mama. [hangs up] You want the phone?
Will: Uh... Y-yes, please.
Tiny: [pulls phone off the wall] It's yours.
Will: [to Uncle Phil] It's for you.