Those Were The Days

Will:Come on, Uncle Phil. Vogue.

Vivian:Oh, no. Will, sweetie, you've been snapping everything in sight for days.

Will:I wanted to do something meaningful and artistic... but ain't nobody getting naked.

Will:Carlton, this is a photography assignment. Not a Prince video.

Geoffrey:She was too busy calling me a pathetic servant of the capitalist fat cats.

Marge:Don't look like you be needing it now.

Will:I take it El was blindingly handsome.

Carlton:Was he related to Wally and the Beav?

Will:Man, that's unbelievable. Who the hell are they?

Will:Okay, and I'm 'About To Bust A Gut-a.'

Will:Would that have been between breakfast and lunch, or lunch and dinner?

Vivian:I wasn't at Woodstock.

Vivian:Those two weirdoes are your father and I, and that ugly little kid is you.

Will:The bone in your hair is a good look for you, Hilary.

Will:Yeah, you've got sort of a 'yabba-dabba do.'

Phil:You have my legs, and the answer is no.

Geoffrey:I have known freedom, don't like the health plan.

Geoffrey:Whatever you say, Phil.

Mr. Knotts:Cool, do you have any more?

Mr. Knotts:And I'm gonna call this Midget at a Desk.

Will:Mine ain't forged this time.

Cornflake:They thought The Little Mermaid was pornographic.

Will:Turned me on.

Will:I mean, I've spent the whole semester sucking up to you.

Marge:No, about how she used to always put her name on everything in the refrigerator.

Will:Yeah, and I bet with that big old Afro, she probably had a lot of hair and Afro Sheen and stuff all over the place, right?

Will:What, you just gonna dis me right in my face like that, Marge?

Will:It's just 'Too Legit To Quit.'

Will:Ash, you kind of look like Winnie the Pooh Mandela.

Ashley · Phil:Come on, Daddy. Suppose Gandhi's parents treated him like this. Gandhi ate his peas.

Carlton:Could you put in a good word for me? I'm thinking of applying.

Carlton:No way am I sharing a cell with a woman called Big Mama.

Will:Man, and I thought I was doing my part by going to Spike Lee movies.

Carlton · Ashley:Come on, Will. We're harboring a fugitive. Yeah. And ever since she got here my diary has been a lot more interesting.

Hilary:I hate to sound paranoid... but do we really know if Mom and Dad are who they say they are? Or if their names are really Mom and Dad?

Will · Carlton:'Ricky Ricardo'? 'Lucy, you got some explaining to do.'

Will:All right. My man Cornflake got the spirit. He's a little confused, but he's got the spirit.

Carlton:Will, I think I speak for all of us when I say... let's get the hell out of here.

Carlton · Cornflake:Where are the safety goggles? My butler forgot to pack them.

Carlton:This is so exciting. We're like The Mod Squad, without Julie.

Will:Man, you smell that? Damn, it's chimichanga day in the cafeteria.

Will:We was kind of hoping the cheerleaders would overhear.

Will · Marge:By the time you were 17, you burned your first bra. But I could go get one of Hilary's.

Carlton:If you need me, I'll be upstairs saluting the flag.

Agent Collins:We tap every Black person's phone in the United States of America. Just a little FBI humor.

Phil · Vivian · Hilary:As a matter of fact, she said she was going to a nuclear power plant in Texas. But then again, she did mention a migrant workers' camp in Salinas. No, honey, she said she was going to a voters' registration drive in Biloxi. Well, I thought she was just going to Saks.

Will:Get the heck out of here. You all mean she ain't in the bathroom?

Will:Get the heck out of here. You all mean she ain't in the bathroom?

Will:By the way, I don't think we've met. Ricky Ricardo.

Will:'You will become a famous rapper with your own TV show.' That's dope, right?

Hilary:'You are headed for a fall. Beware. Accidents can happen.' Those things are so stupid.

Will:I wonder what I'll call my TV show?