Ashley: I knew they'd say no.
Will: Don't worry about it, everything is right on schedule.
Ashley: Will, what are you talking about? You heard what Daddy said.
Will: Yeah, that's why everything is right on schedule. We ask his permission, he says no, we do it anyway.

Will: Hey, baby. Girl, how are you doing?
Receptionist: I'm sorry, do I know you?
Will: You know me, the pool party at Q's crib.
Receptionist: I'm sorry. Q doesn't have a pool.
Will: Oh, you know what? I'm just gonna go ahead in. I'm gonna surprise Gordy. You don't have to buzz him.
Receptionist: Look, don't make me call the cops.
Will: You feisty, huh? What, are you Creole?
Receptionist: That's it.
Will: Okay, all right, all right. Relax. I don't know why you fronting on me. She knows me.

Gordy: [on the phone] Hey, listen, I am the one that is responsible for getting Ashford and Simpson back together. I deserve a damn Image Award. Quincy? Oh, come on, man, he gets one every year. The cheapskate, he won't even buy a pool. Oh, yeah? Well, look here, listen, before I have to start throwing my weight around and come down there and get somebody fired, I want my Image Award. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Do you understand me? I want my Image Award now. That's what I said and that's what I meant. That's exactly how I feel about it. Indeed. I don't wanna hear about that, man. Listen, that is not my problem. Absolutely. Yeah. Uh-huh. Well, I tell you what, you just do that then. Uh-huh. Yeah, goodbye. [notices Will hiding in the cardboard box] Hey!
Will: You know me.
Gordy: I'm calling security.
Will: Hey, Mr. Berry, please listen. I just need five minutes. Please give me five minutes. Remember when you were managing the Chi-Lites? And you took them down and you broke in to Dick Clark's office and you stood there, and you wouldn't leave until he put them on American Bandstand?
Gordy: You read my book.
Will: Man, I'm telling you, I read everything that got anything to do with music. Hey, did you know James Brown got an orthopedic cape?
Gordy: All right, all right, let's listen to it.
Will: Hey, man. You're gonna love this. This is the straight butter, you will love it.

Gordy: Pass.
Will: Pass? What are you talking about?
Gordy: Look here, son. It was a nice try, but I'm a very busy man. So if you'll excuse me.
Will: Oh. Oh. Okay. All right. I see how you're trying to play me. But you know what? You better get a good look at this face and remember it... Because when Ashley Banks's album goes double platinum you're gonna be seeing it in your dreams and in your nightmares... because you ain't the only game in town. Chht. Oh, and p.s., the Jheri curl played out with the jerk.

Will: Hey, man, you know what? Don't even worry about it, you probably can't help me anyway. Seeing as this is your last day and all.
Johnny: Whoa, whoa, what's that mean? Brother, I was just cleaning the executive suite up on the 24th floor. They're talking about getting rid of you. Yeah, say you're slipping.
Johnny: They can't do this to me, I have a contract.
Will: Let me tell you, it is so far beyond business up there, they're getting personal. One of them said your mom have a limp. She up on this tip, like...
Johnny: We'll see about this.
Will: Oh, and you should probably take the stairs, man. You know, the elevator's out.
Johnny: Thanks.
Will: [in deep voice] All right, that's the short version of "Mandy" because it's time to bump and grind to another Johnny C. Find. L.A., show some love to Ashley Banks' "Make Up Your Mind."

Carlton: And now I'd like to introduce you to a performer who is a real feather in our peacock cap. Get it? Feather, peacock.

Will: Uncle Phil, come on. You didn't think I was good enough to run your record store. But look what I did, man. I made a demo tape. I got it played on the radio. I got the biggest producer in the world to come down here and see Ashley. What else I gotta do? We will discuss this at home, Will.
Ashley: Daddy, you said yourself that I was good. Mom.
Vivian: It's a great opportunity. I just don't want anything to happen to Ashley.
Will: Come on, Aunt Viv, you ain't got to worry about that. I'm gonna be managing her. That ain't help nothing, did it?