[Will confronting his former bully, Omar]
Will: Let me tell you something, man. You have kicked me off of this court for the last time.
Omar: I don't remember kicking you off the first time.
Will: You really don't remember me, huh?
Omar: No.
Will: OK, OK, OK, OK. Hey, can I see that ball, brother?
[takes a basketball from one of Omar's friends]
Will: How about a little hint?
[hits Omar in the head with the ball]
Omar: Oh, I remember you, but hey man, I'm not like that anymore.
Will: Really? You look like the same bald-headed punk.
Omar: Oh yeah, I remember you. You the chicken sandwich guy.
Will: I am not a CHICKEN! My momma made me move, man. My momma made me. I would never leave Philly! I love it here.
Omar: So do I. That's why I'm giving back to it. I stayed to help the kids in the area not make my mistakes.
Will: You sound like an after-school special or something, but that ain't gonna do nothing for my rep.
[gets into a fighting stance]
Will: Let's go right now, and I ain't taking no for an answer.
Omar: You have no choice.
[to his friends]
Omar: Let's go.
[starts walking away]
Will: [approaches the fence] Oh yeah, well, you're so stupid, you thought a quarterback was a refund. How about that? Hey, you so ugly, when you was born, the doctor just slapped both your parents. And your mom, oh my goodness! She is like a doorknob. Everybody gets a turn.
[Omar and his friends turn around]
Will: Guess the mom's the red button.
[Omar approaches Will]
Will: OK, OK, come on, let's go, let's go!
[tucks his head with his hands]
Omar: Look here, man. I know what you're trying to do, but I am not gonna hit you.
Will: [gets up] I'm gonna tell everybody you're a punk then.
Omar: Be my guest.
Will: What about your rep?
Omar: Look, you see those guys over there?
[points to his friends]
Omar: That's my rep. Brother, you need to grow up.
[leaves with his friends, as Will leaves the court and walks past a garbage can]
Carlton: Will!
[Will jumps, then sees Carlton, hiding in the can]
Carlton: Let me know when you need me.
