BBV: Bill!
BILL: Wha-a-at?!
BBV: Don't what me, Niggah! Have some respect.
BILL: Wait a minute – you're supposed to say Noah.
BBV: Noah, my ass! We ain't playin', Bill.
BILL: How do you know my name?
BBV: That's your problem; everybody knows your name.
BILL: Wait a minute – this ain' the way the skit goes.
BBV: That's your problem, Bill; you've had it wrong for a long time.
BILL: Stop confusing me; you're supposed to be the voice of God.
BBV: You ain't confused.
BILL: You mean...
BBV: You got it.
BILL: Hold it – What happened to the audience?
BBV: You lost them a long time ago.
BILL: You mean it's just you and me?
BBV: That's the way it always has been, Bill.
BILL: Oh, you mean you're my conscience!
BBV: Whatever.
BILL: You mean it makes no difference?
BBV: For all practical purposes. Stop splitting hairs; I go either way.
BILL: Which way are you now?
BBV: That's up to you, Bub. Your ass is grass under any circumstances.
BILL: But, I don't understand. What am I supposed to have done?
BBV: Look, don't play that shit on me; this ain't no court of law.
BILL: But, I thought you were supposed to be just.
BBV: Don't use terms you don't understand.
BILL: Why are you here?
BBV: Now, you're getting it.
BILL: You mean...?
BBV: Well, maybe not this minute...
BILL: You mean...?
BBV: You got it!
BILL: (Waking up, sweating.) Wow! That had me goin' there, for a minute!
BBV: Just...!
