Will: Yo, G, Helen is going to be here any minute. Baby, hook it up.
Geoffrey: I'm hooking as fast as I can. Don't be such a wanker.
Will: Well, what are you going to wear?
Geoffrey: Voila.
Will: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I mean, come on, G. Hilary's taking you and Helen to the fliest club in LA. I mean, my buddy Jazz is the DJ there. He said the place is all of that.
Geoffrey: All what?
Will: Look, look, forget it. I don't think you understand, man. You got a kind of a Ben Vereen thing going here, man. Come on, baby. You got to dress a lot funkier than that.
Geoffrey: Funkier? [pulls handkerchief up out of pocket] There. Pure, unadulterated funk.
Will: All right, look, G, forget about looking cool. Let's concentrate on acting cool.
Geoffrey: Don't talk to me about cool. During the '70s, I was briefly employed as Led Zeppelin's road butler.
Will: Look, G., when the music is pumping and it's time to go on the dance floor this is what you do. [dances] Now you give it a try.
Geoffrey: I would be most happy to, but to the best of my knowledge hell has not yet frozen over.