Will: Ashley, no. Now, I'm sorry that you got yourself into this little predicament. But trying to blame it on me, now, that's just low.
Ashley: You're right. I can't believe I said that. You've always been so good to me. I'm just so desperate. I'm a terrible, terrible person. [sobbing]
Will: No No, no. Look, don't cry, Ashley. Come on. Come on, all right. We'll figure a way out of this, all right?
Ashley: Thanks, Will. You're a saint. [Ashley smiles and flicks her hair as she walks away]
Will: Wait. What was that?
Ashley: What?
Will: You smiled. I saw your reflection in the window.
Ashley: Oh, no. That was a happy smile. See?
Will: I don't believe I fell for them crocodile tears. Girl, you're on your own.
Ashley: All right, fine! Be that way! But if I go down, I'm taking you with me.
Will: Ashley. I didn't do nothing.