Philip: Anyway, I figured that our friendship was strong enough to stand the truth. So we went out for a beer and I told him everything.
Will: Well, did he thank you?
Philip: Oh, yeah. With a bar stool, on the head.
Will: Well, I mean, Jazz ain't the violent type... I don't think.
Philip: Well, the point is, to be a good friend, you have to risk losing a good friend.
Will: [sighs] I think I know what I gotta do.
Philip: What's that?
Will: I gotta find somebody else to talk to about this.