Fred: Hey, Will. Man, I was starting to get worried. What's wrong?
Will: Oh, nothing, nothing, everything's fine.
Fred: No, it's not. I can see it in your eyes. There's something you're not telling me.
Will: You're right, Fred. Look, I can't go on pretending anymore. This just isn't working out.
Fred: What do you mean?
Will: You, me, us, this whole thing. I mean, it was great in the beginning... but I just think we need to stop seeing so much of each other.
Fred: Will, is it something I did? Will, I can change.
Will: No, no. No, it's not you, Fred. It's me. It's me. I haven't been straight up with you, you know? There's someone else.
Fred: Oh, who is he?
Will: He's right over there. I mean, he taught me everything I know about sports. He's generous. He's caring.
Fred: Yeah, yeah, I'm sure he's a great guy. I guess I should be grateful for you at least being honest with me.