Will: Hilary. Listen. That is not a mole or an Adam's apple that you're seeing. It's Trevor.
Hilary: You're telling me that Trevor was reincarnated in Scott's throat?
Will: No, look, Hil, what I'm trying to say is that you miss Trevor so much something inside of you won't let go of him. If you walk out on Scott now, this could haunt you for the rest of your life.
Hilary: What do you mean?
Will: Well... You might never go out again. You'll become one of them crazy old women who walk around all day long with a shower cap on, with an old raggedy halter-top that say "Jam." And then you gonna start wearing rhinestone gauchos. And then, just for no reason, you'll say: "Dum-dum-diday" Then you'll be eating neckbone sandwiches all the time. And screaming at your little imaginary dog, Brutus. And you know what the worst part is?
Hilary: What?
Will: The only man you're gonna be able to get is some fool named Grady, who be smelling like menthol all the time and falling asleep in his soup.
Hilary: Oh, God, I hate soup.
Will: Then you march through those curtains and you look his throat in the face!