Vivian: How was your day?
Philip: Fine, until I ran into the man of leisure. Will doesn't seem to think he needs any after-school activities.
Hilary: [looking at self in mirror] Well, if you sit around the house all afternoon and never develop any outside interests you'll become a very, very shallow person. And you won't get into any of the good nightclubs.
Will: I'll never meet Lisa Bonet.
Hilary: That's right.

Will: Yo, what up, J?
Jazz: What's up, man, I got this new Ice Cube tape. It's dope!
Will: Man, I ain't got enough time for that. I got to finish writing this poem.
Jazz: Poem? Then what you going to do, bake some cookies? Hem a dress?
Will: Shut up. I'm doing it to get this girl. Alright, look, listen to what I got so far. I just need one last line. "My love for you is like a river Like a summer breeze That makes my soul shiver One look from you Is more precious than gold"
Jazz: Let's go get some barbecue and get busy.
Will: What kind of line is that?
Jazz: It always works for me.

Geoffrey: Miss Christina Johnson.
Will: Oh, hey, Christina. This is my Aunt Viv and this is my cousin Ashley.
Christina: Nice to meet you.
Vivian: You, too. You'll have to excuse us.
Ashley: Hey, Will, I've got a poem. "Will and Christina sitting in a tree..."
Will: Hey, hey, hey. Beat it.

Vivian: We're really looking forward to poetry night tonight.
Will: Wait, how did you hear about it?
Vivian: Your teacher Mr. Fellows called. He's calling all the parents of Bel-Air Academy.
Will: No, Aunt Viv. You guys can't go.
Vivian: But I love poetry.
Philip: Wait a minute, now, Vivian. Let's be a little sensitive here. Will only joined the poetry club because he had a crush on Christina. If we show up, we'll cramp his style.
Vivian: Okay. You're right. [kisses Will] Will, good luck tonight. [exits]
Will: Thanks for understanding, Uncle Phil.
Philip: Are you kidding? I just didn't want to get stuck at some boring poetry night.

Will: What are you guys doing here?
Geoffrey: It's after dark, Master William. I thought it wise to drive the young ladies to ensure that they arrived safely. Are there any women my age here?

Christina: Will, why don't you recite your poem?
Will: All right. Ladies, my poem is called, uh... Tick Tock CIock by Raphael de la Ghetto. "Tick tock clock The clock is ticking for you 'Cause the love you said you'd give Came up way past due So dance to the clock rock Stay on the floor 'Cause when the ticks turn to tocks l'll be knocking at your door" [applause]
Christina: That was incredible.
Ned: And very typical of de la Ghetto's work.

Vivian: But Will, you have so many talents. Why not join an after-school club?
Will: Aunt Viv, I ain't really down with staying at an all-boys school after dark.
Philip: All right, then. I think you should get an after-school job.
[Will looks off to the side and imagines himself working at a fast food restaurant]
Will: Bring on the clubs.

Carlton: Well, Will, it's officially after school. Go find the club of your choice.
Will: Carlton, if I had the club of my choice, you'd be lying on the floor unconscious right now.
Will: A girl? Where did that come from?
Carlton: Didn't you know? We share our extra-curricular activities with the girls from our sister school.
Will: Well, yo, lead me to the sisters. I'm ready to get extracurricular.

Ned: Yo, Will. Slap me 10. You know, I finally rented the movie GIory last night. Denzel was incredible. The South, man. I don't know. We got to do something about it.
Will: What's up, Mr. Fellows?
Ned: Call me Ned.
Will: Hey, man, you need another member of this poetry club?
Ned: Will, solid. You know, we could really use a representative of the Black male urban experience.
Will: More specifically, the handsome Black male urban experience.

Christina: I'd like to open this meeting with a reading from the poem Daddy by Sylvia Plath. [clears throat] Daddy. "Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You Every woman adores a Fascist The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you" Sylvia Plath killed herself shortly after writing this poem.
Will: Yo, if she didn't, her daddy would have.
Elizabeth: Who are you?
Ned: Oh, everybody, this is my main man Will Smith, newest member of our poetry club.