Nelson: You back again for another pre-game haircut? How you doing, young blood?
Will: Just a poor black man trying to make it in Bel-Air, Mr. Nelson.
What do you say, Joe? [buffs Joe's bald head] Hey, somebody want to know the future?
Joe: The girls like it.
Will: I'm sure they do, they can check their makeup in it.
Nelson: I heard about your last game. Boy, you was awesome. How many points you score?
Will: Ah, a mere 30 points an insignificant 18 rebounds, a minuscule 14 assists. In other words, for a small fee, I might be persuaded to date your daughters.
Joe: Boy, you ain't never gonna be that good.
Nelson: Boy, back in my day, we used to play basketball down in North Carolina. We ain't had no sneakers, so we played in high-top combat boots. And we ain't had no basketball, so we used a brick. And we ain't had no hoop so Cousin Junebug would hold his arms out in a circle like this. And all day long we slam dunked that brick off Junebug's head. Them was tough days, boy.
Will: Good thing you all wasn't into archery.