Same Game Next Season

Will:If we're so rich...why we can't afford no ceiling?

Will:Really? Even with all that in common?

Will · Phil:Really? What did he do? - He died.

Will · Phil:What you talking about? You hate liver. - Exactly.

Carlton:Listen, I've tried, but he likes that shirt.

Carlton:Then why did they keep trying?

Carlton:Don't know, I'm starting to think you were adopted.

Waiter:Sir, that's a finger bowl.

Fred:For 24 bucks, I want a 20-dollar bill on it.

Fred:No, I'm not. I fix cars.

Fred:No, you don't.

Fred:I think you're a bourgie little toad.

Will:Out of girlfriend for a long time.

Will:I'm telling you, he's a low-class working stiff like yourself. Even lower.

Carlton:Those are Twinkies.

Geoffrey:I meant me.

Geoffrey:A week.

Will:Last thing I ever wanna do again is see a naked middle-aged man in the shower.

Fred:You've never been there, have you?

Lisa:You're just too damn lovable.

Lisa:Uh, Daddy, remember Craig?

Hilary:What kind of idiot picks a password no one can guess?

Phil:Never should've let you play with those Menendez boys.

Phil:Nice earrings.

Will:Probably say, 'Hey, Fred, you got change for a 20?'

Will:Two, three times a day.

Fred:except I work with my hands and they work with everything else.

Will:Did it ever occur to you I might wanna see this game more than I wanna see you?

Fred:Don't you see how important this game is to Will and I?

Will:I gotta break up with your father.

Will:There's someone else.

Fred:Oh, who is he?

Fred:Can I call you?

Lisa:Same game, next season.

Will:No, don't need to. You already came true.