Why won't you come with me? What are you so scared of?
WILL:
What am I scared of?
SKYLAR:
Well, what aren't you scared of?
You live in your safe little world where nobody challenges you and you're scared shitless to do anything else--
WILL:
Don't tell me about my world. You're the one that's afraid. You just want to have your little fling with the guy from the other side of town and marry--
SKYLAR:
Is that what you think--
WILL:
some prick from Stanford that your parents will approve of. Then you'll sit around with the rest of the upper crust kids and talk about how you went slummin' too.
SKYLAR:
I inherited that money when I was thirteen, when my father died.
WILL:
At least you have a mother.
SKYLAR:
F*** you! You think I want this?
That money's a burden to me. Every day I wake up and I wish I could give that back. I'd give everything I have back to spend one more day with my father. But that's life. And I deal with it. So don't put that sh*t on me. You're the one that's afraid.
WILL:
What the f*** am I afraid of?!
SKYLAR:
You're afraid of me. You're afraid that I won't love you back. And guess what? I'm afraid too. But at least I have the balls to it give it a shot. At least I'm honest with you.
WILL:
I'm not honest?
SKYLAR:
What about your twelve brothers?
WILL:
Oh, is that what this is about? You want to hear that I don't really have any brothers? That I'm a f***in' orphan? Is that what you want to hear?
SKYLAR:
Yes, Will. I didn't even know that?
WILL:
No, you don't want to hear that.
SKYLAR:
Yes, I do, Will.
WILL:
You don't want to hear that I got cigarettes put out on me when I was a little kid. That this isn't surgery.
Will lifts his shirt, revealing a six inch SCAR on his torso.
WILL:
You don't want to hear that. Don't tell me you want to hear that sh*t!!
SKYLAR:
Yes I do. Did you ever think that maybe I could help you? That maybe that's the point, that we're a team?
WILL:
What, you want to come in here and save me? Is that what you want to do? Do I have a sign that says "save me" on my back?
