Hilary: Who's he?
Will: He is one of the highest paid players in baseball. Hilary, this guy makes, like, a quadrillion dollars a year.
Hilary: Hi, quarterback.
Ken Griffey Jr.: How you doing?
Hilary: I'm kind of chilly. Wanna take me to Hawaii?
Ken Griffey Jr.: Sorry, I'm married.
Hilary: Then stop flirting with me.

Will: Hey, Lisa. What are you doing here?
Lisa: You invited me, remember?
Will: Well, yeah, you know, but that was before the incident.
Lisa: Will, you shouldn't be threatened by my knowledge of shotokan.
Will: Whoa, whoa, whoa. First, I don't care if you know Chaka Khan. I ain't threatened by nobody.

Will: Chan, you have offended my family. Now I must avenge my brother's death.
Mr. Yoshi: Having fun?
Will: Oh. Uh. Sorry. Listen, I was just...
Mr. Yoshi: That's okay, everybody likes to do that. What the heck happened to my coffee table?
Will: Uh, sorry about that. Hey, I'm Will Smith. I come to learn karate from the greatest, most revered master the martial arts world has ever known.
Mr. Yoshi: Oh, well, I...
Will: Hey, listen, man, I wanna be just like Steven Seagal.
Mr. Yoshi: Oh, you wanna be a bad actor. Ha-ha-ha. Yes, I can teach you the art of self-defense. But first you must learn the Japanese philosophies: patience, discipline.
Will: Yeah, that's cool, but can we hurry? I gotta whup somebody's butt quick.

Mr. Yoshi: Please sit. Now, once upon a time, there was a great samurai warrior named Akira Yoshimora.
Will: Ooh. Good story. Hey, man, listen, can you teach me that thing where you ram somebody's nose up into they brain?
Mr. Yoshi: Akira's quest in life was to slay the most feared dragon in order to prove his worth as a warrior. But he never found the dragon. And on his deathbed, he finally realized that his search was pointless for the most feared dragon was within, not without.
Will: Without what?
Mr. Yoshi: I see symbolism is not one of your strong points. But let me try again. The silkworm is a very fastidious little creature...

Thug: All right, this is a stickup. Everyone on the floor! [Carlton screams] Don't anyone try to be a hero. Let's have the cash, Webster.
Carlton: Fine, take the money. But then what? Holed up in some fleabag motel waiting for the man to come and take you away. And all that's left is to walk that last long, lonely mile with the Lord's Prayer...
Will: Will you give the man the damn money?

Lisa: Oh, Casablanca always makes me cry.
Will: Oh, good. I thought it was me.
Lisa: No. Will, I really had a good time tonight.
Will: Yeah, me too. Look, um, Lisa, don't take this the wrong way.
Lisa: What?
Will: Can I? Can I see you?
Lisa: Can you see me what?
Will: Can I see you... again?
Lisa: [chuckles] You want another date? [Will nods] Sure.
Will: Cool. Phew. You know, I ain't talking about marriage or nothing, though.

Geoffrey: Someone to see you, Master William. It's a girl. Heh, heh.
Will: Oh, hey, Lisa, what's up, baby? What you doing here?
Lisa: You left your book at the library.
Philip: What was he doing there?

Will: What?
Hilary: I've seen this look before. The facial flush, the flare in his nostrils. Look at his eyes.
Will: All right. Well, I'm saying, yeah, you know, I like her.
Hilary: Will has a girlfriend, Will has a girlfriend.
Will: Look, we choose not to define our relationship.
Carlton: Well, whatever. Lisa has it all. Intelligence, great dresser, nice body. God, I'm lonely.

Carlton: [through bullhorn] Step right up, step right up. Test your accuracy. You, sir, with the big ears. How about testing your skill? Come on, it's only three throws... [Will blocks the bullhorn with a stuffed animal]

Will: Hey. Ken, what's up, man?
Ken Griffey Jr.: What's up?
Will: Looks like that strike took a toll on your throwing arm, huh?
Ken Griffey Jr.: Well, at least I don't have my woman fighting my battles for me. [chuckles]