Quote of the week (e mio personale mantra)
WILL: Vince, wait. Officer, arrest me… for being an idiot. I feel awful. I made a horrible mistake. That guy that I was before, that’s not me. I was just— I was just playing a game.
VINCE: Will, I don’t play games. Look, I’m a romantic. Call me old-fashioned, but I believe when a guy takes another guy out, he should treat him like a lady.
WILL: I believe that too. Look, I really liked you, so I didn’t want to scare you away by showing you what a desperate mess I really am. You know, that’s— That’s why I didn’t call you after our first date or send flowers to the precinct or ask to see your driver’s license photo so I could sneak a peak at your birthday and write it in my Palm Pilot with a reminder for the week before: Buy Vince present, smiley face.
VINCE: I don’t like when you call yourself a mess. You should learn to love yourself, Will. And then love will come to you. I know that sounds simple, but it took me six years of therapy and a bullet to the neck to figure that out.
WILL: Wow. You’re a bigger mess than I am.
VINCE: You say mess, I say work in progress.
