Uncle Phil: I’m sorry, Will.
Will: You know what? Actually, this works out better for me. You know, the slimmies in summer come to class wearing next to nothing, you know what I’m saying?
Uncle Phil: Will, it’s alright to be angry.
Will: Hey, why should I be mad? I’m saying, at least he said goodbye this time. I just wish I hadn’t wasted my money buying this stupid present.
Uncle Phil: I’m sorry, you know, if there was something that I could -
Will: Hey, you know what? You ain’t got to do nothing, Uncle Phil. You know, ain’t like I’m still five years old, you know? Ain’t like I’m gonna be sitting up every night, asking my mom “When’s daddy coming home?” Who needs him? He wasn’t there to teach me how to shoot my first basket, but I learned, didn’t I? And I got pretty damned good at it, too, didn’t I, Uncle Phil?
Uncle Phil: Yeah, you did.
Will: I got through my first date without him, right? I learned how to drive, I learned how to shave, I learned how to fight without him. I had fourteen great birthdays without him! He never even sent me a damn card! TO HELL WITH HIM! I ain’t need him then and I don’t need him now.
Uncle Phil: Will -
Will: Nah, you know what, Uncle Phil? I’m gonna get through college without him, I’m gonna get a great job without him, I’m gonna marry me a beautiful hunny, and I’m gonna have me a whole bunch of kids. I’m gonna be a better father than he ever was! And I sure as hell don’t need him for that, because there ain’t a damn thing he can ever teach me about how to love my kids! … How come he don’t want me, man?
