Will Quote #91
Quote from Will in Def Poet's Society
Christina: Will, I'm glad you know him so well, because I have a favor to ask you.
Will: Anything.
Christina: Could you bring Raphael to poetry night?
Will: Excuse me?
Christina: We have it at school once a month. You see, usually club members get up and recite their poetry. I'm in charge of it this month and I thought, "Wouldn't it be great if we had a real poet?"
Will: Well, I don't know, Christina. Raphael really doesn't like to leave the house. You wouldn't either if you had the same dashiki on for 20 years.
Christina: Could you just ask him, Will? I'd be so grateful.
Will: I could ask him, baby, but I'm sure he'll say no.
Christina: Well, please try, Will. It would mean so much to me. [they kiss]
Will: Yo, he'll be there.
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Quote from Geoffrey
Will: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Raphael de la Ghetto.
[Geoffrey walks down the stairs wearing a dashiki, a giant afro and a pair of glasses with the sun-lenses popped out]
Geoffrey: "Listen To the street beat Hear the sound pound Plug your ears Mask your fears Something weird's going down So listen to the street beat Listen to the box shock Listen, or I'll kill you" [applause]
Ned: That was heavy, man. Let's have another one. Encore. [all] Encore.
Geoffrey: "Cannon to the right of them Cannon to the left of them Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered"
Toni: Hilary, isn't that your butler?
Hilary: Yeah. Wow, it's a good look for him.
Geoffrey: "Came through the jaws of Death" [chatter] Silence, you ungrateful children. When you're ready to be quiet and listen, I shall return.
Quote from Will
Carlton: I hear someone in this room likes poetry. Try this one on for size. "Roses are red Violets are blue Pansies are poets Will, tell me it isn't true"
Will: That's funny. I got a poem for you, Carl. Try this one on for size. "Roses are red Violets are blue Jazz and I are Black, But Carlton, what are you?"