VVivian
Will, why don't you introduce Ice Tray to your family?
Will (to Ice Tray): This is my little cousin Ashley. This is my bodyguard Geoffrey. All of this is my Uncle Phil. Remember, we used to say that Daffy Duck must have a little brother somewhere? Meet my cousin Carlton.
Hilary (about posing for Playboy): I am 24 years old and I can make my own decisions. Besides, Mom said it was OK.
Philip (sounding furious): Oh yeah? Vivian! So you said your daughter could pose for Playboy?
VVivian
No, I said I didn't like it, but I also said she's a grown woman and its her choice.
VVivian
Sweetie, would you say grace, please?
Yes, mommy... (Starts rapping) Hey there, lord. My name is Ashley Banks. My family and friends want to give you some thanks. So before this dinner's all swallowed and chewed, thank you God for this stupid food!
VVivian
How was the flight, honey?
Yo, the plane ride was stupid. I was up in the first class...
No, I'm saying the plane ride was dope.
No... Stupid, dope, it's not what you think. How would I say this... [in Bryant Gumbel like voice] the flight was really neat.
Ashley, honey, where is your violin?
He owns this really cool store where you don't even need any money. You just go in and give him something you don't even want and he gives you this ticket and...
A pawn shop?! You took her to a pawn shop?!
Yeah, you don't have many pawn shops in Bel-Air. I had to drive all the way to east L.A.
How dare you pawn her violin?!
Vivian (to Phillip): Do you know what my sister just said? You are not gonna beleve this. She said our kids are spoiled.
Philip (sarcastically): Oh, news flash.
VVivian
You mean you agree with her?
Vivian, I'm the one who says they should be doing more work around the house. You're the one who is too easy on them.
VVivian
Oh, really? Does this sound familiar? (imitating Hilary) Daddy, I need $300.
Come on, Aunt Viv, this is terrible. I mean, people in Bel-Air don't know how to celebrate Christmas. I'm worried about Ashley.
VVivian
What do you mean?
Growing up in Bel-Air, she never had a real Christmas. I mean, there's no sledding, there's no caroling... There's no winos making snow angels on the front lawn. I mean, y'all don't even decorate the living room.
VVivian
Yes, we do. We've already started. The poinsettias, the red candles and here's the beautiful crystal nativity your uncle gave me for Christmas years ago.
Where the little baby Jesus at?
VVivian
There are more decorations coming. A wonderful shop in Beverly Hills comes to the house, sets up the tree and decorates it for us.
Do they open your presents and wear your sweaters for you, too?
Will (to Vivian): I read the autobiography of Malcolm X.
VVivian
And that makes you a serious black history student?
It's a very important book.
VVivian
Will, you can read the books, you can wear the T-shirts, you can put up the posters and you can shout the slogans, but unless you know all the facts, you are just trivializing the entire struggle.
VVivian
Carlton, You are not going down to McArthur Park tonight. In fact, (to everyone) none of you are going down to McArthur Park tonight.
Tiny (stands up): Wait a minute.
VVivian
Boy, do not test me.
TTiny
Yes, ma'am. (sits back down)
HDr. Hoover
Your daughter suffers from displaced aggression syndrome.
VVivian
Oh, Dr. Hoover, I'm afraid I would have to give a second opinion before I could believe that.
HMrs. Hoover
Oh, it's definitely displaced aggression syndrome.
HDr. Hoover
Let me put it in simpler terms. This is where a child acts out the repressed hostility of an unhappy home.
VVivian
And what is that supposed to mean?
HMrs. Hoover
Oh, too many big words?
VVivian
No, Miss Thing, but I got a couple small words for you.
[enters] Hey, good news, people. The girls...
HDr. Hoover
Obviously, your wife is upset. It's common with women in mid-life. I'd be happy to prescribe something.
Dr. Hoover, the school where you got your degree? You find it on the back of a matchbook?
Please, my humble brothers, please...
HDr. Hoover
Penn State, my brother.
Really? Good school. I was thinking of going there if my scholarship to Princeton, Yale, Wharton, and Talladega Tech had fallen through.
HDr. Hoover
Impressive! You must've been quite an athlete in your thinner days.
Okay, time out! Time out!
Hey, hey, hey! Let's stick to the topic, okay?
HDr. Hoover
Fine. Speaking as a doctor, I think your daughter oughta be heavily sedated and immediately institutionalized.
Well, speaking as a lawyer, I can only say that your daughter suits the criminal profile to a T. Right down to the low, sloping forehead, and the wide jaw suitable for grains and small rodents!
HDr. Hoover
I think you must have her confused with yo' mama.
[Philip punches him, and Hoover falls on Will]
That's it, Uncle Phil! You're grounded! [to Dr. Hoover] Y'know, I'd be happy to prescribe something for that.