[the theme song]
Will: [singing] Now this is a story all about how / my life got twisted, turned upside down, / and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, / I'll tell you how I became the Prince of a town called Bel-Air... / In West Philadelphia, born and raised / on the playground where I spent most of my days / Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool / and all
shooting some b-ball outside of the school / when a couple of guys, they were up to no good / started making trouble in my neighbourhood / I got in one little fight, and my mom got scared / and said "You're moving with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel-Air!" / I whistled for a cab, and when it came near / the license plate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror / If anything, I could say that this
cab was rare / But I thought: "Nah, forget it. Yo homes, to Bel-air!" / I pulled up to a house about seven or eight / and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell you later!" / Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there / to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air!
Carlton Banks: The police were doing their job. We were detained a couple hours, and dad came and got us out. The system worked.
Will: I hope you like that system, because you're gonna be seeing a lot more of it in your life.
Carlton Banks: Not if I bring a map.
Will: Man, you don't get it, do you? A map is not gonna help you. Neither is your
Glee Club, or your fancy Bel-Air address, or who your daddy is. They don't care about any of that. They only see one thing.
Phillip Banks: Will, going to college isn't just about finding a job. It's about finding yourself, and finding what you do best that makes a contribution to the community. It shouldn't be just about money.
Will: You really believe that, Uncle Phil?
Phillip Banks: Yes, son, I really do.
Will: Then how do you
explain becoming a lawyer?
Will: Girl, if God created anything less beautiful than you, I hope He kept it for Himself.
Phillip Banks: [Phillip and Dr. Hoover are in a fight] Dr. Hoover, the school where you got your degree, did you find it on the back of a matchbook?
Dr. Hoover: Penn State, my brother.
Phillip Banks: Really? Good school. I was thinking of going there if my scholarship to Princeton, Yale, Warton, and Talladega Tech had fallen through!
Dr. Hoover: Impressive, you must of been quite an athlete in your thinner days.
Phillip Banks: Hey, hey, lets stick to the topic okay?
Dr. Hoover: Fine. Speaking as a doctor, I think your daughter should be heavily sedated and immediately institutionalized.
Phillip Banks: Well speaking as a lawyer, I
can only say that your daughter fits the criminal profile to a T, right down to the sloping forehead, and the wide jaws suitable for grains and small rodents!
Dr. Hoover: I think you have her confused with your moma!
Will: [Phillip punches Dr. Hoover and knocks him down] That's it Uncle Phil, your grounded!
[to Dr. Hoover]
Will: You know, I'd be happy to perscribe something for that.