Sean: Do you have a soul mate?
Will: Define that.
Sean: Someone you can relate to, someone who opens things up for you.
Will: Sure, I got plenty.
Sean: Well, name them.
Will: Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Frost, O'Conner...
Sean: Well that's great. They're all dead.
Will: Not to me, they're not.
Sean: You can't have a lot of dialogue with them.
Will: Not without a heater and some serious smelling salts.
Will: I read your book last night.
Sean: So you're the one.
Skylar: My father died when I was thirteen and I inherited this money. Did you ever think that everyday I wake up, that I wish I could give it back, that I would give it back in a second, if it meant I could have one more day with him? But I can't. And that's my life and I deal with it.
Skylar: What if I said I wouldn't have sex with you again till I got to meet your friends, what would you say?
Will: I'd say it's four-thirty in the morning, they're probably up.
[Picks up Skylar's phone and begins dialing]
Skylar: [Laughing] Men are shameless. If you're not thinking with your wiener then you're acting directly on it's behalf.
Will: Thank you.
[the phone picks up]
Chuckie: Eh! What the fuck?
Will: Nothing Chuckie, go back to sleep.
[Hangs up the phone]
Sean: Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.
Chuckie: I didn't get on Cathy last night.
Will: No?
Chuckie: Nah.
Will: Why not?
Chuckie: I don't know.
[yells across room]
Chuckie: Cathy!
Cathy: What?
Chuckie: Why didn't you give me none of that nasty little hoochie-woochie you usually throw at me?
Cathy: Oh, fuck you and your Irish curse, Chuckie. Like I'd waste my energy spreading my legs for that Tootsie Roll dick? So go home and give it a tug yourself.
Will: Do you like apples?
Clark: Yeah.
Will: Well, I got her number. How do you like them apples?
Billy: You're legally allowed to drink now so we figured the best thing for you was a car.
Morgan: My boy's wicked smart.
Chuckie: Look, you're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way. In twenty years, if you're still livin' here, comin' over to my house to watch the Patriots games, still workin' construction, I'll fuckin' kill you. That's not a threat. Now, that's a fact. I'll fuckin' kill you.
Sean: So what do you really want to do?
Will: I wanna be a shepherd.
Sean: Really.
Will: I wanna move up to Nashua, get a nice little spread, get some sheep and tend to them.
Sean: Maybe you should go do that.
Skylar: I can be in the NBA. I'm tall, I like to wear shorts. Hook! Hook! Dunk! Dunk! Baby, I'm all about three points.
Sean: If you ever disrespect my wife again, I will end you. I will fucking end you. You got that, chief?
Will: Time's up.
Sean: Nail them while they're vulnerable, that's my motto.
Sean: See you Monday. We'll be talking about Freud and why he did enough cocaine to kill a small horse.
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