Dick Clark: Duke, give me a chicken sandwich to go, will you?
Duke: Sure thing, Mr. Clark. One Will Smith.
Carlton: Will Smith?
Duke: Yeah, we named it after this guy who got into a little scrape across the street. Only instead of fighting, he ran clear across the country to California. He was a chicken to go. [laughs]
Hilary: What a coincidence, his name is Will Smith.
Duke: You're kidding... Wait a second. Yeah, a little taller. The ears were a little bigger, but it is you! My man! All right!
Will: Listen, it's me, but I didn't exactly run.
Duke: Hey, look. Hey, Mr. Clark, we got another celebrity over here. Say hello to Chicken Will. Come on, my man, strut your stuff.
Dick Clark: Hey, it's got a good beat, and you can run to it.
Will: Not you too, Dick. [runs out]
Duke: Hey, there he goes, he's running again. Hey! Hey, where you going? California's the other way! [bawks]