Uncle Phil wasn’t the only one who evicted Jazz on a near daily basis. It was a family effort.
Jazz: I brought a gift for baby Dickie.
Aunt Viv: Nicky. … It’s a baby pillow! Isn’t it beautiful?
Will: Jazz, this thing says “Wendy Beth” on it.
Jazz: So? When you buy a wallet, doesn’t it have someone else’s picture in it first?
Will: Jazz, you stole this pillow!
Jazz: It’s the thought that counts!
Jazz: Mr. Banks, I’m willing to take Hillary off your hands.
Will: Jazz, would you prefer a Muslim or a viking burial?
Jazz: I mean, she ain’t gettin’ any younger. I’ll put a roof over her head, and might be willing to look into a marriage license if she performs on the test drive.
Aunt Viv: Philip, get him.
Jazz: I’ve taken care of the entertainment for Will’s party.
Uncle Phil: Jazz, I’ve already shelled out for a DJ.
Jazz: Perfect! Now we’ll have music for my stripper!
Aunt Viv: Oh, no. You are not bringing a naked woman in my house.
Jazz: You don’t understand, Mrs. Banks. She don’t come in naked. …Uh oh.