Will: Carlton, I'm not asking again, where is he?
Carlton: Will, cool your jets, mister. You're all over the map.
Will: [grabs Carlton's neck] Carlton, where is he? Where is he?
Carlton: I think he went to go get his suitcase repaired.
Will: What are you talking about?
Carlton: Well, he's gone and so is his suitcase. That's the only logical explanation.
Will: Carlton, man, he left. Come on, we gotta stop him.
Carlton: Fine, but you're only gonna be making a fool of yourself. Frederick is trustworthy. [notices] Hey, my bowler's gone. That limey thief.