Someday Your Prince Will Be In Effect 2

Will:Okay. Tough luck, Carlton. Beat it, see you, scram, sayonara, peace out. And so long, screwy.

Melinda · Will:Not so fast. I don't even know you. / Count your blessings.

Will:I mean while Carlton snaps at every opportunity to take a cheap shot... I'm the kindest, gentlest soul you'll ever want to meet.

Will:You can level with me. Uncle Phil's adopted, right?

Granny:Did you know he won 'The Young Farmers Of America Pig Raising' trophy?

Will:No. I didn't know that, but I'd love to have some details about that.

Grandmother:Won it four years running. They had to retire his slop bucket.

Will:Slop bucket? I can't wait till he wakes up.

Will:Four: Get the stick out of your butt!

Carlton · Will:What do you say to an Oreo? / I say, 'What's up, Carlton?'

Carlton · Will:I won't be admitted to the bar. / Neither will I. The cops took my fake ID.

Will:Come on, man, don't give me that my-dog-is-dead face.

Will:Baby, that's man food.

Carlton:Banks. Carlton Banks.

Will · Carlton:Carlton, what the hell was that? That never happened. / It could have. Besides, when we made this bet... there was nothing in the rules that said no lying.

Will:Tell Michael I'll have to work on his dance steps later.

Geoffrey:That's Bo Jackson.

Will:Watch the handshake, man. There goes baseball season.

Heavy D:I think that's pronounced diddley, diddley, diddley, diddley, diddley, diddley.

Heavy D:Follow me, your running backness.

Will:Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm... I mean, look, I understand your instinct... but you shouldn't try to impress a girl with who you know. It's much better that she like you just for yourself.

Kadeem Hardison:Man, this dude knows everybody.

Melinda:What time should I be there, Carlton?

Will:Looks like it's been on the floor.

Will:Especially in a place this well lit.

Geoffrey:Ha ha ha ha ha... ha.

Hilary:I don't know exactly, but it's fair to guess that 'stunning' was part of it.

Philip's stapler:Only three pencils remain. Proceed to stationery store immediately.

Ashley:Scary.

Will:Janet Girlie.

Ashley:I wanted to come as a ballerina... but I guess a short guy with a mustache is the next best thing.

Will:Boy, you're living out all your fantasies tonight, huh?

Hilary:Well, your super fly's open.

Philip · Ashley:I'm going as Comfortable Man. / Is that a comic-book hero? / Sort of. He has superhuman bill-paying powers... so he gets to dress however he likes.

Philip:Sort of. He has superhuman bill-paying powers... so he gets to dress however he likes.

Will:Did she hit her head and her eyesight come back?

Cindy:Give a guy your last peanut-butter croissant... he forgets you in a minute.

Will:Baby, that hairnet was doing nothing for you.

Will:Baby, that hairnet was doing nothing for you.

Cindy:I guess I'm a sucker for a sad puppy.

Eugene · Various guests · Carlton:This girl's a kleptomaniac. / My silverware. / That's my watch. / My date.

Will:Her slipper. / Could it be?

Will · Cindy:I've been touched by magic. / Oh, my God. I can't believe I dropped my shoe. Maybe I should try some of those insole thingies. Listen, here's my number.

Will:If you found out the only person in the world that would go out with you... was mentally deranged, you'd go to bed early, too.

Trick-or-treater:We were watching Matlock.

Will:But he doesn't use an axe or a chain saw... he talks his victims to death.

Will:This monster's called the Bel-Air Beast... and, oh, my goodness, there he is!