(beat) Yes. That's right, Will. Most days I wish I never met you. Because then I could sleep at night. I wouldn't have to walk around with the knowledge that someone like you was out there.
And I wouldn't have to watch you throw it all away.
Lambeau gathers his composure and calmly walks over to the wrinkled proof. He picks it up, smooths it out.
CUT TO:
INT. SKYLAR'S ROOM -- NIGHT Will and Skylar lie in bed. Skylar watches Will sleep. She gets up and goes to the fridge. Returning to the bed:
SKYLAR:
Will? Are you awake?
WILL:
No.
SKYLAR:
Come with me to California.
WILL:
What?
SKYLAR:
I want you to come with me.
WILL:
How do you know that?
SKYLAR:
I know. I just do.
WILL:
Yeah, but how do you know?
SKYLAR:
I don't know. I just feel it.
WILL:
And you're sure about that?
SKYLAR:
Yeah, I'm sure.
WILL:
'Cause that's a serious thing you're sayin'. I mean, we might be in California next week and you could find out somethin' about me that you don't like. And you might feel like "hey this is a big mistake."
(getting upset) But you can't take it back, 'cause you know it's real serious and you can't take somethin' like that back.
Now I'm in California, 'cause you asked me to come. But you don't really want me there. And I'm stuck in California with someone who really doesn't want me there and just wishes they had a take-back.
SKYLAR:
"Take-back?" What is that? I don't want a take-back. I want you to come to California with me.
WILL:
I can't go out to California.
SKYLAR:
Why not?
WILL:
One, because I have a job here and two because I live here--
SKYLAR:
(beat) Look, Will if you're not in love with me, you can say that.
