Will gets up again and moves around his chair to Sean's painting. It is a picture of an old sailboat in a tremendous storm -- by no means a masterpiece. Will studies it.
WILL:
You paint this?
SEAN:
Yeah. Do you paint?
WILL:
No.
SEAN:
Crayons?
WILL:
This is a real piece of sh*t.
SEAN:
Tell me what you really think.
WILL:
Poor color composition, lousy use of space. But that sh*t doesn't really concern me.
SEAN:
What does?
WILL:
The color here, see how dark it is?
It's interesting.
SEAN:
What is?
WILL:
I think you're one step away from cutting your ear off.
SEAN:
Oh, "Starry Night" time, huh?
WILL:
You ever heard the saying, "any port in a storm?"
SEAN:
Sure, how 'bout "still waters run deep"-
WILL:
--Well, maybe that means you.
SEAN:
Maybe what mea--
WILL:
Maybe you were in the middle of a storm, a big f***in' storm -- the waves were crashing over the bow, the Goddamned mast was about to snap, and you were crying for the harbor.
So you did what you had to do, to get out. Maybe you became a psychologist.
SEAN:
Maybe you should be a patient and sit down.
WILL:
Maybe you married the wrong woman.
SEAN:
Watch your mouth.
WILL:
That's it isn't it? You married the wrong woman. She leave you? Was she bangin' someone else?
