Gordy: [on the phone] Hey, listen, I am the one that is responsible for getting Ashford and Simpson back together. I deserve a damn Image Award. Quincy? Oh, come on, man, he gets one every year. The cheapskate, he won't even buy a pool. Oh, yeah? Well, look here, listen, before I have to start throwing my weight around and come down there and get somebody fired, I want my Image Award. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Do you understand me? I want my Image Award now. That's what I said and that's what I meant. That's exactly how I feel about it. Indeed. I don't wanna hear about that, man. Listen, that is not my problem. Absolutely. Yeah. Uh-huh. Well, I tell you what, you just do that then. Uh-huh. Yeah, goodbye. [notices Will hiding in the cardboard box] Hey!
Will: You know me.
Gordy: I'm calling security.
Will: Hey, Mr. Berry, please listen. I just need five minutes. Please give me five minutes. Remember when you were managing the Chi-Lites? And you took them down and you broke in to Dick Clark's office and you stood there, and you wouldn't leave until he put them on American Bandstand?
Gordy: You read my book.
Will: Man, I'm telling you, I read everything that got anything to do with music. Hey, did you know James Brown got an orthopedic cape?
Gordy: All right, all right, let's listen to it.
Will: Hey, man. You're gonna love this. This is the straight butter, you will love it.