Will: Your son is about to throw his life away and all you can say is "fine"?
Philip: Look, if I stop him from bowling, I will be doing exactly what he's accusing me of. He just needs a little space. He will get over this.
Will: Uncle Phil, man, I think we need to nip this thing in the bud.
Philip: Oh, it's just a phase, Will. Just a phase.
Will: Just a phase? We worked our fingers to the bone to put him through school. He's about to throw it all away and I'm the only one who wants to do anything? It is a sad, sad day when Will Smith becomes the voice of reason.

Hilary: Here is the church. Here is the steeple. Open the door and... Where are all the people?!

Will: Hey, G, come on, man. Can I get some spare change?
Geoffrey: No. Use your own money.
Will: G, come on. It's dime-a-frame bowling day. It's always more fun when you use other people's dimes.
Geoffrey: For the last time, Master William, I have no spare change.
Will: What about that piggy bank in your closet under them issues of Big Butted Butler Babes? That was just a lucky guess, man.