Will: Hey, man, it's good to see you, man.
Jazz: By the way, who's playing the mother this year?
Nicky: It's the same mom.
Jazz: Who are you?
Will: Oh, come on, Jazz, that's baby Nicky.
Jazz: Man, I'm going back on the street where things make sense.

Geoffrey: Mr. Jazz is here to see you. If you need me, I'll be hiding the silver.

Hilary: I'm going, but I'm not staying long. I'm conferencing with my producers about my talk-show persona.
Am I antagonizing like Geraldo? Am I investigative like Donahue?
Will: Maybe you should go bald like Montel.

Philip: No daughter of mine is getting into the music business, period. I've seen it ruin too many young lives.
Ashley: But, Daddy-
Philip: I don't want any buts.
Geoffrey: Well, you're certainly losing that battle.

Philip: Now, we better start our walk, Vivian. Baskin-Robbins closes at 6.

Will: Mr. Berry, listen, I just wanna apologize for my uncle, man. He got a wooden plate, he just found out he got termites.

Will: [v.o.] It's been a while since I left the family and moved back to Philly. I miss them a lot, but I got me a great job at Duke's House of Cheesesteaks. And, like they say, life goes on.
Man: Hey, Smith.
Will: Yo, man, what's up?
Man: Come here.
Will: What's up?
Man: What does this contract say?
Will: "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air."
Man: That's right, not Philadelphia, Bel-Air.
Will: Yeah, man, but, you know, my mama...
Man: Get in the van. Yo, holmes, to Bel-Air.

Will: Hey, Jazz, what's up, man?
Both: Psssh!
Jazz: Man, my best friend's back from Philly, I gotta hear about it on the street?
Will: Well, I tried to get in touch, Jazz. Where are you staying?
Jazz: On the street. At least until Jewel lets me back in the house.

Will: I'm telling you, my boys in the studio were saying your vocals are all that.
Ashley: Will, I can't believe it. I sound so professional.
Will: Hey, you'd be surprised what a little creativity in the studio can do. Ask Janet Jackson.

Jazz: Speaker for Mr. Berry.
Receptionist: We didn't order any speakers.
Jazz: It's a gift from Sony Music from Mr. Sock-It-To-Me.
Receptionist: Okay, well, then come right in.
Gordy: Just put that over there.
Jazz: You know, there's a $20 delivery charge. [Will knocks on the box from the inside] Oh, my mistake.