Vivian: No, you listen to me. Now, I can see why you like Ice Tray. He's a lot of fun. Everything's a joke to him. School, work, people. He doesn't care about anything.
Will: Yeah, well, he always managed to care about me.
Vivian: Well, I'm glad he's a good friend, but that doesn't change who he is. I'm sorry, but a young man his age should be able to do something else besides fight and jump fences.
Will: You weren't there.
Vivian: I know, but still-
Will: Look, when I was in seventh grade, every time I tried to bring books home from school, the kids would jump me, so Tray started walking me home. And if he hadn't been there to throw those punches and help me jump those fences then maybe I wouldn't be here.
Vivian: While he was busy protecting your books, where the hell were his?
Will: What's that got to do with anything?
Vivian: Will, I'm glad he cared so much about you. But why doesn't he care as much about himself?
Will: Because nobody was there for Tray. You ever think that if he hadn't been there to cover my back, maybe I wouldn't care about myself either.
Vivian: And that would be an awful waste.