Bourgie Sings The Blues

Carlton:It's a fiber shake. I've got an interview with an old Princeton chum of Dad's. I need to be strong. I need to be alert. And I need to be regular.

Will:Ain't nothing in the world gonna make you regular, man.

Will:You better let that man eat and give him food... or he'll mess around and chew one of your arms off in the car.

Will:Now, why you go and do that? You certainly ain't big, and as far as being a brother...

Will:Don't worry, Carlton, it'll shrink.

Carlton:Well, you tell those little brats I don't like them either.

Will:Uh, that depends, are you going as Archie or Jughead?

Will:Dole headquarters? No, man, we don't want no pineapples.

Carlton:Mama, no!

Will:Hey, what's up, G? Another Village People reunion?

Geoffrey:There's nothing like the feel of an animal beneath you to recharge your battery.

Will · Geoffrey:I know what you're talking about there, G. No, I'm afraid you don't, Master William. But I do find it rather endearing when you think you do.

Carlton:Has the world gone mad?

Will:They're just M&M's, C.

Carlton:I haven't seen him since high school. Seeing him would cheer me up. I mean, he was always such a loser. He was even shorter than me.

Stinky:[Visual gag: Stinky enters - now tall and attractive]

Will:My sweater shrunk. My grades are low. My head is too small for my body.

Carlton:It is?

Will:stank-robe-wearing, slipper-shuffling... résumé-polishing, little-kids-don't-like-me blues

Will:You know, they give you the same amount whether you get six or 16.

Will:Couple more years of seasoning, you know, put a little barbecue sauce on her... let her marinate, you know what I mean?

Carlton:P.S. My head is too small for my body.

Carlton:[Carlton singing blues about nobody loving him]

Ashley:Mind? Ha! They practically write out the guest list.

Kyle:Wow, I wish my parents were that cool.

Ashley:Don't worry, he's part of the cleaning crew.

Will:How's my hair? How's my face? How's my stuff and my other stuff?

Bar worker:Yeah, we get a runaway yuppie down here every week.

Bar Employee:He's over there at the bar throwing back ginger ales.

Bar worker:He's over there at the bar throwing back ginger ales.

Carlton:He's been telling me about riding the rails. You hear that, Will? Riding the rails. I mean, I don't have a clue what he's talking about... but darn if he doesn't make it sound exciting.

Carlton:You don't know the blues. How could you?

Will:[Will's improvised blues about growing up in the projects]

Will:Excuse me, Pappy, why don't you take a nappy?

Kyle:We're gonna have to get you some school supplies. Bye, Ashley.

Carlton · Mr. Bradley:He's even bigger now. Ha-ha-ha. - Yeah, well, aren't we all?

Carlton:If you like Eastern Europe in the fall... you should see it in the spring, it's beautiful.

Carlton:If you like Eastern Europe in the fall... you should see it in the spring, it's beautiful.

Carlton:The second one.

Will as Carlton:Look, friend, we can talk about candy all day... but you ain't gonna convince me that blue was a bad way to go.

Pappy:Listen, Carlton, it's one thing to throw in the hand... but it's another thing to get up from the table and quit the game.

Will as Carlton:You honestly believe that Superman could beat the Flash in a foot race?

Carlton:What? That's poppycock. I'm Carlton Banks. No, Will, your charade is not necessary.

Mr. Bradley:Like that milquetoast cousin of yours.

Will:I'm starting to get a little too comfortable in this stuff, know what I'm saying?