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...!