Ernie: You look troubled, son.
Will: Troubled? No, man, you know, I mean... Why would I be troubled? You know, because, I mean I'm sure there's a legitimate reason you're sending a briefcase full of money to a councilman that controls your business interest, man. [muttering]
Ernie: Well, can we just say it's a birthday present, huh?
Will: Yes, we could. Yeah, yeah, we could say that. Because that's what I had thought, you know. I figured that's what it was, you know. I didn't see no party hats, no... Heeh! in there. [mutters] Do you mind if I sit down?
Ernie: You are sitting down.
Will: Thank you.
Will: Look... Um... Listen, I don't think that I'll be able to make your little delivery for you, Mr. James. See... Uh... Ooh. Pshh. They had called me. From... Because the other time you know, remember the car had skid and then because it had rained. I'll just go ahead, okay?
Ernie: Oh, oh, oh. Not so fast, Will. I'm not gonna let you leave this office- [reaches into jacket pocket]
Will: [screams] No! No! Oh, no! No! Hey, what are you gonna do?