Will: Hey, look, man, I'm from Philly, I know it ain't easy to make it.
Marcus Stokes: What? To make it to the pros? It's damn near impossible. Look, I'm better than good, till I break my ankle, that is. Then I ain't worth a dime. I'm not depending on this. I'm depending on this. My b-ball scholarship is gonna get me a free education in engineering so that I can provide for my family with my mind.
Will: Bro, you don't even want to play pro?
Marcus Stokes: Yo, I ain't no fool, now. If somebody offered me a million dollars to dribble a basketball you better believe I'm gonna take it.
Will: All due respect, my brother, I don't think nobody's gonna offer you no million dollars.
Marcus Stokes: What I'm saying is the odds of that happening are slim. Me getting an education that's gonna last me a lifetime are the odds that I'm taking.
Will: You know, you are a pretty deep brother.
Marcus Stokes: Yeah. And I'm a better ballplayer than you, too.
Will: Oh, them's be fighting words. Let's do it.
Marcus Stokes: I thought you'd never ask.

Carlton: Will, you better listen to me if you want me to be your manager.
Will: My manager? I don't even want you to be my cousin.
Carlton: I didn't hear that.
Tyriq: He say he don't even want you to be his cousin.
Carlton: Fine. I'll just go to the game myself, and when I get back I'll tell Dad that little circle in your wallet's not your lucky half-dollar.
Will: Shall we take my car or the Volvo?