- Jazz: Man, I'm starving. When do we eat here?
- Philip Banks: We eat here later. You eat here never.
- Jazz: Looks like you eat here often!
- [Uncle Phil grabs Jazz's shirt and throws him out of the house]
- Jazz: Aah!
- Geoffrey: Master William... I applaud your new interest. Poetry is one of my great loves. I won first prize... at the old Devonshire poetry recital of 1963. Master William, you should have been there. The crowd rose to its feet shouting, 'Encore! Encore!'
- William 'Will' Smith: That's very interesting but -
- Geoffrey: 'Cannon to the right of them, cannon to the left of them, cannon in front of them, volleyed and thundered'!
- Jazz: You need a last line for that?
- Will: [dancing vogue style like Madonna] Michael Jordan, Al Capone, Woody Woodpecker, Fred Flintstone!
- Geoffrey: 'Come through the jaws of Death.' Silence you ungrateful children. When you're ready to be quiet and listen, I shall return.