Jazz: Did you get the feeling back in your head yet?
Will: You say something, Uncle Phil?
Carlton: Will, I just want to thank you for standing up for me.
Will: Man, look, it was nothing. What is family for? Plus, we shouldn't have left you there in the first place, man. Anything could have happened. I'm sorry about that.
Carlton: Are you crazy? I had the time of my life.
Will: What?
Carlton: Will, for a little while, I was living on the edge. I, Carlton Banks, recording secretary of the audio visual squad, was gambling, swearing, and staying up really, really late. I mean, I feel so liberated. Quick, open the back window.
Will: Yo, for what, man?
Carlton: I'm going to moon Nevada.
Jazz: Bottoms up.
Will: Oh, Carlton, come on, put that thing away. Someone's going to get hurt.
Carlton: Don't worry, Will. This is my lucky day. [sirens]
Will: I knew your butt was going to get us in trouble, man.