She Aint Heavy

Will:Gee, I hope there ain't nobody down there getting busy.

Will:Look, man, y'all are married. Where y'all put your earrings is your business.

Will:In theory, that probably means that you can't run, either. Right?

Will:that I wore that earring to school today.

Philip:Get him, Vivian.

Will:It is definitely peach season, man.

Geoffrey:I would prefer an assassin's bullet to this kind of living hell.

Will:Yo, I think G's drawers must be bunching again.

Carlton:I did, but she had to wash her hair.

Dee Dee:I know they don't walk in LA, but I at least hoped they talked.

Dee Dee:Can you do that and walk at the same time?

Dee Dee:with big ears and weird clothes. I mean, not just you, anybody.

Dee Dee:I'll be the one in the seat next to you... shouting my phone number to Magic Johnson.

Carlton:I hope Magic ate his Wheaties.

Vivian:Why does this seem so familiar?

Will:You're clowning me, right, Uncle Phil?

Will:I haven't heard of nothing that disgusting... since Clarence Thomas found that hair on his cola.

Will:Here you have a movie set in Africa... there's only one brother in the whole thing, and he's from Detroit.

Philip · Will:Shut your mouth. I'm talking about Shaft. Then we can dig it.

Geoffrey:Yes. I'm about to laugh myself into a seizure.

Will:Just put it on and say, 'Boss, da plane, da plane.'

Carlton:Why don't I just go pitch a tent under a freeway... and eat cold beans with a stick?

Will:I got as far as, 'Yo, yo, baby. Yo, baby, yo.'

Dee Dee:and I know she ain't got your baby.

Will:How about that big old zit on your nose?

Will:But I'm worried about her cholesterol level.

Dee Dee:Hell, I'm going to the bathroom.

Cornflake:Of course, that one would be hard to lose.

Ty:I can't figure out how a brother goes from T-bone to rump roast.

Will:And I ain't afraid to do it, neither.

Geoffrey:I'll put some chili in his pocket.

Carlton:A pimple?

Dee Dee:A great girl.

Will:Wow, have you sold the movie rights yet?

Will:No, you got a sort of a Lou Rawls thing going there, man.

Will:Well, it ain't like we brothers or nothing. Beat it, C.

Carlton:I wonder if you could hang yourself with a cummerbund.

Philip:I can walk! It's a miracle.

Will:Yeah, like jamming a fork in your hand... you know, just to make sure you're still alive.

Will:Cornflake, come on, come with me, man. You push her in. I'll flush.

Will:Where'd you find him at? Rent-a-sucker?

Will:Strawberry.

Will:My kind of honey.

Dee Dee · Will:If I can button it, and it's clean, I'll pretty much wear anything. / My kind of honey.

Will · Dee Dee:This clever device is probably... I can't believe we didn't get in on that abdominizer.

Will:I'm trying to hear the musical toilet seat.

Carlton:Other than that, man, I mean, I like her.