Reeves: There's something I want to talk to you about...
Willis: I already know. Forrester called me when he got into town. I knew before you did.
Reeves: Well, there's nothing definite. I still have to try out.
Willis: When will you know?
Reeves: This weekend.
(Awkward pause, Willis is obviously not happy.)
Reeves: Well, what do you think?
Willis: I think you're a damn fool!
Reeves: Don't feel you have to tread lightly or anything...
Willis: You're 35 years old, Ken!
Reeves: You're kidding!
Willis: You know, I just never figured you to be so greedy.
Reeves: What do you mean, greedy?
Willis: You had good years. Couldn't settle for that. You know, you're like some punch-drunk fighter with a bell in his head instead of a brain!
Reeves: I know I'm no Julius Erving...
Willis: Julius Erving, hell! You're not even Kenny Reeves anymore!
Reeves: I really appreciate your support, Willis.
Willis: Would I be a friend if I encouraged you to make a spectacle of yourself? You're gonna be subbing for some kid who was in fifth grade when you first turned pro! And, now you're gonna be carrying his bags?