Philip: What the hell is going on?
Will: Look, um, Uncle Phil, this is not really your concern. You know, it's about me, it's not about you. So don't even worry about it, all right?
Philip: How can you say that? We are leaving town in a day and you don't have a place to live. Why did you lie?
Will: I mean, we sitting around the table and everybody talking about all these great lives and these new things they're doing. I didn't want you to say: "Hey, there's my nephew. Yeah, he's still living in my pool house." I mean, I didn't want you to think that all these years that I've been out here just ain't worth nothing. You know, that you just been wasting your time with me. Look, Uncle Phil, I just don't want you to think that I'm that same stupid kid I was when I first moved out here.
Philip: How could you possibly believe that that's what I'd be thinking? Look at you. You're moving out on your own. You're gonna finish college in a year. You're becoming a man. A man I'm damn proud of.
Will: I just didn't want your last memory of me to be no better than the first one.
Philip: You have no idea what my first memory of you is. I remember a kid loaded with all the potential in the world. And now I see a person on the verge of realizing that potential. Come on, let's go get you an apartment.
Will: Hey, Uncle Phil, um what you mean by verge?
Philip: Don't push your luck.