Karen: Hey, Wilma, you gotta come with me down to the club, Jack's bombing.
Will: Of course he's bombing, he doesn't have me to make fun of. Forget it, I'm not gonna put myself in the position to be laughed at again. Same reason I don't throw a ball in front of people.
Karen: Lord, you're thick. He's bombing because he's miserable. And he's miserable because you're still mad at him. He's sullen, he's morose, he's humorless... oh my god, he's you!