Vivian: It is so nice to have the house all to ourselves.
Philip: Oh, it sure is. Now, why is it that we wanted kids?
Vivian: 'Cause of the way you get them.

Vivian: Philip, I think it's nice that the kids feel welcome and want to be around us.
Will: Actually, we got kicked out of six other people's cribs and a 7-Eleven parking lot. But, you mind if we just hang around here and, you know, order a couple of pizzas or something?
Philip: Well, it is a very special night for you, Will. Sure.
Will: All right. Thanks a lot, Uncle Phil. And you know what, man, this just feels great 'cause I remember a time when me and you didn't get along so good. All the yelling and screaming. You telling me, "Get on the first lane back to Philly." Hey, but this is now, and that was this morning.

Marcus Stokes: Hey, man, I was waiting around for you in the locker room. Why'd you let me go around you like that?
Will: What, you tripping, man? I didn't let you go around me.
Marcus Stokes: I know your game, Will. You let me go around you. If you were gonna play like that, why didn't you just sit in the stands?
Will: Look, come on, man, you impressed the scout. You'll go to a Division One college, then you'll go pro. You'll be able to get your kid everything. What're you beefing about?
Marcus Stokes: Oh, I get it. 'Cause I got a kid, I'm some kind of charity case? Well, let's get something straight, homey. My situation does not define who I am, I define who I am.
Will: Look, man. I got lucky, all right. You know, I got a rich uncle. A lot of brothers coming from where we come from, I mean, they don't have the same opportunities, man. That's your ticket.
Marcus Stokes: You know something, my Bel-Air brother? You been watching too many made-for-TV movies.