Will: Look, it's just this little blurb in some dumb school newspaper! Freeze. Don't be coming over here with no attitude. This ain't my fault.
Jackie: Oh, whose was it then?
Will: Well, yours.
Jackie: What?
Will: You heard me. I'm saying, you know I can't be trusted. You wouldn't have left me here alone, none of this mess would ever have happened.
Jackie: That's it. I didn't come all the way here from Philly to hear this.
Will: Oh, this gonna happen, is it? Don't be all up in my grill.
Jackie: I am tired- Oh, get out of my face!
Will: Don't be up in my grill!
Jackie: Now, you need to shut- I'm out of here!
Will: Excuse me, excuse me! You know what?
Both: You ain't never gonna change! I'm getting the last word! Oh, no, you're not! Oh, yes, I am! Damn!