Vivian: Mr. Fellows, Carlton always talks about your English class. He said you were studying Shakespeare.
Mr. Fellows: Oh, this is really exciting. We're reading Hamlet. But to make it more relevant to the kids I'm teaching it to them in a rap version I wrote myself.
Vy: Oh, Lord.
Mr. Fellows: Peep this. "To be in effect or not to be in effect? Slamming, man, on the questioning tip."
Philip: Uh... Yeah.

Will: Hilary. Hilary! What are you doing?
Hilary: It seems that little Mr. Poppin' Fresh doesn't want to come out of his tube. Perhaps this will persuade him.

Carlton: Well, let's start by serving our guest of honor. Mr. Fellows, care for some yams?
Mr. Fellows: I'd love some. Interesting. I've never had them before with this thick black crust.
Hilary: It's Cajun style.
Will: Hilary burned them.
Vivian: Oh, they're just burned on top. Once you get underneath it... they're totally charred. How did you do that?
Ashley: Mom, give Hilary a break. I think she deserves some credit for putting out the fire.
Vivian: Fire?

Philip: Well, what else do we have?
Vivian: That looks like cranberry sauce, Mr. Fellows.
Mr. Fellows: Lay it on me.
Carlton: Allow me.
Vivian: It looks wonderful. Who made it?
Ashley: I did, Mommy.
Mr. Fellows: [eats] Mmm, mmm. It's delicious.
Hilary: Yeah, you'd never know Ashley dropped it on the floor.

Philip: Well, what about the stuffing? Where's that been?
Will: That's dope. Give it a try, Mr. Fellows.
Mr. Fellows: Yeah. Sure.
Carlton: I made it, Mr. Fellows. I'm sure you'll find it of grade "A" quality.
Mr. Fellows: Speaking of A's...
Carlton: Yes?
Mr. Fellows: Will is gonna get an "A" in my English class.
Vy: Oh, congratulations, baby.
Carlton: Do you have any news for my parents?
Mr. Fellows: Not really. So, how about that stuffing?
Carlton: Ah, serve yourself.