Will: Listen, I don't deserve all this stuff.
Jake Maxwell: That's right, young fella, you deserve a whole lot more. So how's about a holiday in Hawaii?
Will: Oh, look, I can't- I'm sorry, did you say Hawaii?
Jake Maxwell: Will, if it's not too painful, could you tell the folks at home a little bit about Tirisha?
Will: Who?
Jake Maxwell: Tirisha, your son's mother.
Will: Oh, that Tirisha. Yes, she's dead now. Um, I met her after I got back from fighting them oil fires, uh, in Kuwait. You know, and my hair, my eyebrows and everything had just started growing back. And um, General Powell said to me: "Yo, homey, you need to get down with a little R and R because you're looking a little singed." You know, so in China... He sent me to China. And then that's where we met. It was in a little-known province called Rae Dawn Chong. And... [sees Jackie] Well, sayonara.