Vy: Will, I already told you, you're not going to that wedding.
Will: Well, come on. Look, Mom, I have to go. I can't disappoint Aunt J.
Vy: Aunt J? Boy, I'm the one you should be worrying about disappointing.
Will: Look, Mom. Mom, I think I'm old enough to make this decision for myself.
Vy: Oh. Now you, too. Why, I raise you, your Aunt Vivian, Aunt Helen, and your Aunt J. Now, all of a sudden, everybody knows more than me.
Will: Look, Mom. What you feel about Frank, I mean, it might be cool for you. But that's not cool for Aunt Janice.
Vy: I sacrificed a lot for Janice and it's quite obvious that she doesn't respect me anymore. Which also means she doesn't care about me anymore. Well, that's fine, because I don't care about her, either.
Will: Mom, what are you saying? What? Everybody that loves you got to do exactly what you say? I mean, what if I don't choose the college that you want or I don't choose the profession you want, or don't live in the city that you want? What? You gonna stop loving me, too? Look, Mom, I hope not, 'cause, look, I really love you. I really, really love you, Mom, but I'm going to the... to the thing. If I can just make it to that door.