(examining proof) This is going to be very embarrassing.
Have you ever considered--
WILL:
I'm pretty sure it's right.
Will gets up to leave.
WILL:
(turning back) Can I ask you a favor, can we do this at Sean's from now on? 'Cause I leave work to come here and the f***in' commute is killin' me--
LAMBEAU:
That's fine, but did you ever think--
WILL:
It's right.
(a beat, heading out) Take it home with you.
LAMBEAU:
Will, what happened at the Tri-tech meeting?
WILL:
I couldn't go 'cause I had a date.
So I sent my chief negotiator.
LAMBEAU:
Will, on your own time, you can do what you like. When I set up a meeting, with my associates, and you don't show up it reflects poorly on me.
WILL:
Then don't set up any more meetings.
LAMBEAU:
I'll cancel every meeting right now.
I'll give you a job myself. I just wanted you to see what was out there.
WILL:
Maybe I don't want to spend my life sittin' around and explaining sh*t to people.
LAMBEAU:
The least you can do is show me a little appreciation.
WILL:
(indicates proof) You know how f***in' easy this is to me? This is a joke!
(crumples proof) And I'm sorry you can't do this. I really am. 'Cause if you could I wouldn't be forced to watch you fumble around and f*** it up.
LAMBEAU:
Sure, then you'd have more time to sit around and get drunk. Think of how many fights you could have been in by now.
Will turns around reveling that he's lit the PROOF ON FIRE.
Will drops it on the floor. Lambeau drops to his knees and puts it out. He looks up at Will.
LAMBEAU:
You're right, Will. I can't do that proof and you can. And when it comes to this there are only twenty people in the world that can tell the difference between you and me. But I'm one of them.
