Nicky: What you doing, Carlton?
Carlton: Oh, packing away my CDs. Will and I made a bet. For one week, I'm not allowed to listen to Tom Jones and he's not allowed to listen to that god-awful Biggie Smalls. We have $50 riding on it and I'm gonna win.
Nicky: Who's Tom Jones?
Carlton: Nicky, Nicky. Tom Jones is the King of Swing. The Tower of Power. Mr. Vegas. This guy's a legend. [sighs]
Nicky: Can I hear one of his songs?
Carlton: Oh, I'd love to, but no can do.
Nicky: Please?
Carlton: Well, I guess one song wouldn't hurt. [Carlton dances as "It's Not Unusual" plays]
Will: Just couldn't hang on there could you, little fella?
Carlton: Darn.
Will: Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you. [Carlton leaves] Here's something for your trouble, little brother. Thanks a lot.
Nicky: Five bucks? What do I look like? Come on, man. You got to break me off some.

Hilary: Oh, good, Geoffrey, you're here.
Geoffrey: No.
Hilary: When did I ever ask you for anything?
Geoffrey: You never stopped asking from the moment I started here.
Hilary: That's not true.
Geoffrey: In fact, as I remember I spent my first seven hours of service here installing wall-to-wall carpet for Barbie's Dream House. Carpet which had to be promptly removed.
Hilary: [scoffs] Well, it's not my fault that when Ken got home, he didn't like it.
Geoffrey: And it wasn't my fault the dollhouse burnt to the ground.
Hilary: Geoffrey, Skipper died in that fire. I don't even wanna think about it. Look, I need you to hem this dress.

Carlton: Nicky's first sleepover. Ahh. I'll never forget my first overnighter. Ned Martin's house. Raised all kinds of heck. Drank hot chocolate. Had pillow fights. Watched the O.J. trial. What a night.