Will: What's up, man? What, no goodbye? No, "Let's keep in touch"? You know, I thought you were such a gentleman. Give me that check right now.
Frederick: It's not yours. This has nothing to do with you, Will. This is between me and my father.
Will: What, were you just sitting around one day sipping tea and crumpets and just decided: "Hey, I'm gonna fly halfway around the Earth to go steal from the father that I don't even know"?
Frederick: I don't call it stealing. I call it getting what's owed to me. Now, if you'll excuse me, my plane is boarding.
Will: You know what's a real pity? That you don't even know the kind of man that you're walking away from. You keep that money, you're losing something way more valuable.
Frederick: Is that right?
Will: Yeah, that is right. Geoffrey's the kind of guy that when you down... Yeah, he'll pretty much kick you. No, no, I'm saying though, it's like you come home late, you know, to the crib you don't want your parents to know, Geoffrey... will dime you out.
Frederick: This is the man you're defending.
Will: Yes. He's also the man whose eyes welled up with pride when you walked through that door. He's also the man that can't stop bragging about you to all his butler friends. The man that didn't hesitate to empty out his life savings for his so-called son. But you know what? You go ahead. You got a flight to catch.