Will: And I was tired. Tired of actually reading “Playboy” for the articles, tired of keeping my Bette Midler albums in Led Zeppelin sleeves. So you took me to clubs and introduced me to people, made me realize what I’d been missing by not being myself…and I’m thankful for that.
Jack: I also taught you how to dance without pointing all the time
Will: And I’m thankful for that. Here’s my secret—I admire you, Jack because you are more of yourself than anyone else I have ever known.
Jack: Will, look, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but my mother will fall apart. She’s—
Will: Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack. Aren’t you tired yet?