Philip: Okay. Who knows, it might do him some good. Nothing like a little organized sport to straighten a guy out.
Geoffrey: Yes. It did wonders for Pete Rose.

Carlton: How was I in the basketball game last Friday?
Hilary: You were great. I mean, you didn't make any baskets or anything but you looked cute in your uniform. I think it's great how you don't get it too sweaty. I guess it's 'cause you don't run too fast. Smart move.
Carlton: Did Dad mention me during the game?
Hilary: Oh, yeah. He did turn around to the guy behind him once and say: "Shut up. That's my son you're talking about."
Carlton: Oh.
Hilary: It's Will, isn't it?
Carlton: No, no, no. It's not.
Hilary: Carlton, talk to me. Look, it's ridiculous to compare yourself to Will. You're captain of the debate team, a straight "A" student, you're leader of the glee club. So what if Will's good at basketball?
Carlton: Thanks, Hilary. That means a lot to me.
Hilary: And besides, if that basket were two feet lower you'd be just as good as he is.

Vivian: Geoffrey, I'm surprised you decided to come. You're not a basketball fan.
Geoffrey: True, madam, but I have found that any game can be made interesting if you put a little money on it.
Philip: You bet on this game?
Geoffrey: $50 says Bel-Air wins it.
Hilary: Who'd take that bet?
Jazz: You rang, beautiful?
Vivian: Jazz, you bet against Will?
Jazz: Yeah. He screws up, I'm loaded.

Geoffrey: Thirty, forty, fifty! There.
Jazz: Thanks, man. Nice doing business with you.
Geoffrey: Oh, Mr. Jazz, the World Snooker Championship is coming on the sports station in a few moments. Would you care to place a wager?
Jazz: I don't know anything about snooker.
Geoffrey: Don't worry. I'll tell you everything you need to know.

Geoffrey: Good evening, sir. How was your day?
Philip: Oh, being a lawyer stinks, Geoffrey. No matter how good a job you do your clients still compare you to Harry Hamlin.
Geoffrey: Well, yes. The resemblance is quite striking.

Philip: Come on, baby. Get on the soul train.
Vivian: Oh, I love this kind of dancing, it makes you feel so young.
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Will: And the Fresh Prince drives down the court. He stops, he pops, and it's... Yes!
Philip: No.
Vivian: Will, don't play inside. You might break something. Or something might break you.
Will: I'm sorry. You don't have a hoop outside. And Jazz is getting tired of standing on the second-floor balcony holding a pool skimmer.
Jazz: Come on, Prince, man. I know a playground in my neighborhood. 'Course we can only play half-court. They use the other end to sell stolen appliances.

Vivian: Hold on. We don't want you playing there.
Philip: They have a perfectly good basketball court at the school. That's where Carlton is practicing.
Jazz: Carlton's on the basketball team? How do they do?
Vivian: Well, they try hard, but to tell you the truth, they haven't won a game so far.
Will: Aunt Viv, don't you think if we went down to watch them practice Carlton would be a little embarrassed?
Will & Jazz: Let's go.

Headmaster: You two, come on over. I want you to meet somebody.
Will: Hey, Mr. Thorvald, straight up, about that fire alarm: I don't know who pulled it.
Headmaster: Forget about it. I'd like you to meet two of Bel-Air Academy's newest recruits. This is Will Smith and... Uh, your name is...
Jazz: Jazz, man.
Headmaster: Of course, Mr. Jazzman.

Carlton: Okay, Will, this is gonna be fun. The coach asked me to go through the playbook with you.
Will: Carlton, your team doesn't need a playbook. They need a prayer book.