Will: It's like they've all walked a thousand miles just to get punched in the stomach.
Emma: What exactly are looking for from me here?
Will: Some guidance.
Emma: Do you remember when you were going to quit teaching and become an accountant, and I showed you that video of yourself singing at Nationals, and you said that that was the happiest moment of your life? Do you remember why?
Will: Because I loved what I was doing.
Emma: And isn't that what you've been drilling into their heads all year? That that feeling is way more important that winning or losing?
Will : I miss you.
Emma: I'm seeing someone.
Emma: His-his name's Carl. Carl…Howell. He's my dentist. He's always been very impressed with my oral hygiene and the last time I was there, he was showing me the machines that they use to sterilize their tools, and he asked me out. We've been going out every night since then.
Will: You two haven't…? Sorry. I'm-I'm sorry.
Emma: Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no, that's …No. It's fine. That's fine. (Clears throat) I just feel like you and I had our shot, Will.
Will: Thanks for the help.
Emma: Um, no by the way. We haven't.