Noah: Hey, so what time you coming back tomorrow?
Will: Oh, I can't make it tomorrow, man. I got school and everything, you know.
Noah: Oh, yeah, yeah. Well, I'll get with you next weekend, then.
Will: Oh, man. Well, I can't make it next weekend, you know I got a date on Saturday and then I got a ball game on Sunday. So, you know how it is, man.
Noah: Yeah, I know how it is. You're not coming back.
Will: Wait, whoa, whoa. Hold up, man, I'm coming back.
Noah: No, you're not, man. I bet you feel pretty good about yourself, don't you? I mean, you come down here, do the right thing then you go home patting yourself on the back 'cause you helped out the poor folk.
Will: Wait. Hold up, man. Yo, I'm from Philly. We had to save up to be poor. Why you sweating me like this man, what's up?
Noah: 'Cause, you're just like all the rest of them. You come around here with the X cap and them cool Doc Martens and you're all "dope" and "word to your mother." And you think that makes you committed? Let me tell you something, this ain't no game. And if you think that it is, then maybe you should go home 'cause you're not welcome here. Tell Dan Quayle I said, "What's up."
Will: Oh, oh, oh, oh! Now I'm not welcome here, right? Well, you got your story a little wrong, homey. This community appreciates me. I don't even know Dan Quayle.