Jack: Oh, my god, you really like it? I knew you would! Now, there's just one teensy little thing. I need $50,000 for startup costs.
Will: 50,000? Well-- Sure, Jack. Do you want me to write you a check, or shall I pay you in cheese?
Jack: I can take a check.
Will: (Scoffs) Hey, zippy, I'm not giving you any money.
Jack: (Shaking his fist) Selfish! (Jack throws himself onto the couch and turns on the TV)
Will: (to Grace, with a Brooklyn Italian Accent) You believe that guy, soaking me for 50 large? Forget about it.
Grace: OK, first of all, you've just officially been cut off from The Sopranos. And second, how could you just dismiss him like that?
Will: What are you talking about? Grace: Look, it is hard for him. I work all day. You work all day. He comes home at 3:00 to an empty house. I worry about him.
Will: Sooner or later, the boy has got to learn that life's not easy! (They realize what they're saying) Uh, I guess you're right. (Sighs) Our little girl is growing up.