Police Officer: Sit down, Smith.
Will: Oh, okay, it's like that, right? All right. It's cool. I'm gonna sit down. All right, I'm sitting down right here. And you think that just 'cause you got that badge and all your tough cop friends walking around and your cute little walkie-talkie that you can talk to folks any old way you want to do it. Well, I tell you right now, if you ain't have all that stuff we'd be squawking a different language up in here right now.
Police Officer: What are you trying to say?
Will: I think I made myself real clear when I said what I just said.
Police Officer: Yeah. Yeah, I guess you did. [takes hat off]
Will: [jumps up] Mr. Officer, your stuff fell off. Hip-hop cop. Blue looks nice on you, too. Match that big blue vein throbbing in your neck right now.
Philip: I'm Philip Banks, the boy's attorney. I'd like to speak to my nephew alone, please.
Will: What's up now, tough guy?
Police Officer: No problem, sir.
Will: That's right.