The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

It's been a while since I left the family

and moved back to Philly.

Well, yeah, I miss them a lot

but I got me a great job

at Duke's House of Cheesesteaks.

And, like they say

life goes on.

Hey, Smith.

Yo, man, what's up?

Come here.

What's up?

What does this contract say?

- "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air." - That's right.

Not Philadelphia, Bel-Air.

Well, yeah, man, but, you know, my mama--

Get in the van.

Yo, homes, to Bel-Air.

Mr. Jazz is here to see you.

If you need me, I'll be hiding the silver.

Hey, Jazz, what's up, man?

- Psssh! - Psssh.

Man, my best friend's back from Philly

and I gotta hear about it on the street?

Well, I tried to get in touch with you, Jazz.

- Where are you staying? - On the street.

At least until Jewel lets me back in the house.

Hey, man, it's good to see you, man.

By the way, who's playing the mother this year?

It's the same mom.

Who are you?

Oh, come on, Jazz, that's Baby Nicky.

Man, I'm going back on the street

where things make sense.

Honey, I am leaving in five minutes

whether you are ready or not.

Nicky, go get your brother, Carlton.

Hey, hey, Uncle Phil, man, I gotta give you props

for investing in this record store, man.

That must've been a lot of money.

Ho-how much are we really worth?

We?

"We."

Girls, Vivian, let's go!

Philip, I do not appreciate being rushed like this.

It's your big opening, I want to look beautiful.

Well, Vivian, I don't have that kind of time.

Carlton, let's go.

Daddy, I'm so excited you bought a record store.

Finally an investment where I can hang out.

Oh, nothing stopped you from hanging out

at my hardware store.

Hey, hey, look, Uncle Phil, I ain't playing, man.

I am in your will, right?

Well, if he is, I'll fight it.

I'm going, but I'm not staying long.

I'm conferencing with my producers

about my talk-show persona.

Am I antagonizing like Geraldo?

Am I investigative like Donahue?

Maybe you should go bald like Montel.

Okay, now, are we missing anyone?

Just G, but we don't take him nowhere anyway.

'Okay. Come on, let's go.'

Yo, Uncle Phil, man, this place is on book.

Hey, you know, this is the kind of place

I could see myself managing.

Call me stupid, but I'm in this to make some money.

Hey, Uncle Phil, I'm telling you, man, I could see that.

From the time I walked in this place

I was having visions, man.

You know what?

You ain't got no X-rated skin flicks up in here.

You toss some of them up in here

you be making it hand over fist.

- Hand over fist. - Will, Will, Will!

No offense, but in the world of business and finance

I consider you the anti-profit.

Wait, wait, Uncle Phil, I'm serious, man.

I-I feel this, you gotta let me in on this.

- No. - Why not?

I mean, mother, you watch my show, am I too soft-spoken?

Hilary..

Uncle Phil, I got music in my blood.

Will, I don't doubt that you have the potential

but do you ever use it productively? Never.

Do you ever apply yourself the way that you could? No.

Why, son, when I was your age and I was working on that farm

boy, I had to work from 9:00 in the night to 9:00 forever.

I just worked and..

Ever since you left Philly, I have been trying to let you..

Ching-ching!

- Hey, can you feel it, G? - Oh, yeah.

Guess not.

Ashley, I'm telling you, my boys in the studio

were saying your vocals are all that.

Will, I-I can't believe it. I sound so professional.

Hey, I'm telling you you'd be surprised

what a little creativity in the studio can do.

Ask Janet Jackson.

Alright, party in the house.

Which ain't necessarily a good thing.

- Oh, that's great. - Mm-hm.

Wait a minute, Ashley, is that you?

Uh-huh.

Yeah, it sounds good, doesn't it, Uncle Phil?

Oh, I like what I'm hearing.

- Unh, unh. - Oooh!

Uh, I'm telling you, this girl has a God-given talent.

- Oh, you ain't lying. - Ohh!

Yeah, that's why I'm gonna manage

her professional singing career.

No daughter of mine is getting into the music business, period.

I've seen it ruin too many young lives.

- But, daddy-- - I don't want any buts.

Well, you're certainly losing that battle.

Ashley's only 15 years old.

Honey, you should be concentrating

on your education, not on singing.

- Don't you understand? - Exactly.

- Case closed. - But--

Now, we better start our walk, Vivian.

Baskin-Robbins closes at 6:00.

- I knew they'd say no. - Uh..

Don't worry about it, Ash, everything is right on schedule.

Will, what are you talking about?

You heard what daddy said.

Oh, yeah, that's why everything is right on schedule.

We ask his permission, he says no, we do it anyway.

Hey, baby. Girl, how are you doing?

I'm sorry, do I know you?

You know me, the pool party at Q's crib.

I'm sorry. Q doesn't have a pool.

Oh, you know what? I'm just gonna go ahead in.

I'm gonna surprise Gordy. You don't have to buzz him.

Look, don't make me call the cops.

Oh! You feisty, huh?

- What, are you Creole? - That's it.

Okay, alright, alright.

Relax. I don't know why you fronting on me.

She knows me.

- Speaker for Mr. Berry. - We didn't order any speakers.

It's a gift from Sony Music

from Mr. Sock-It-To-Me.

Okay, well, then come right in.

Uh, just put that over there.

You know, there's a $20 delivery charge.

Oh, my mistake.

Hey, listen, I am the one that is responsible

for getting Ashford and Simpson back together.

I deserve a damn Image Award.

Quincy?

Oh, come on, man, he gets one every year.

The cheapskate, he won't even buy a pool.

Oh, yeah? Well, look here. Listen..

Before I have to start throwing my weight around

and come down there and get somebody fired

I want my Image Award.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Do you understand me?

I want my Image Award now.

That's what I said and that's what I meant.

That's exactly how I feel about it.

Indeed.

I don't wanna hear about that, man.

Listen, that is not my problem.

Absolutely. Yeah. Uh-huh.

Well, I tell you what, you just do that then. Uh-huh.