Vy: Baby, whatever it is, I will understand.
Will: I know, you'll understand and I'll be on my way to the emergency room.
Vy: Will, just say it.
Will: Mom, I don't want to move back home.
Vy: How can you say that? Baby, when I sent you out here, it was only on a temporary basis. I always expected you to come back home.
Will: So did I, Mom. And, I know I was tripping when I first came out here 'cause you were right, I needed to be out here. And I still need to be out here. You know, it's given me a head start, you know, so I can break out on my own.
Vy: What about college? You know I can't afford to send you to an out-of-state school.
Will: I know, Ma, but, look, I was hoping I could get a scholarship or a loan, and Uncle Phil said he'd help me. And, if that doesn't work, I'll get a job... I'll get two jobs, but please, don't make me move back home, Mommy.
Vy: Obviously, you've given this a lot of thought, huh? But I'll be honest with you, I still want you to come home. I miss you.
Will: I miss you, too, Mom. Look, but I'll visit. Every Christmas. And every Easter. And whatever else of them holidays it'd take to get that evil look out your face.
Vy: Well, it sounds like you made up your mind. So I guess I have to respect your decision.
Will: You do? I mean, you do! I love you, Mom.
Vy: I love you, too, baby. As much as I hate to admit it, your aunts were right and I was wrong. But don't you dare tell them, you hear me?