Grace: Admit it. You're happiest when I'm miserable. I mean, come on. Isn't that our thing? Because then you don't have to look at how miserable you are.
Will: Shut up, Grace!
Grace: But I am not gonna be miserable for you. I am gonna try to be happy, and if you can't deal with that, then you are even more pathetic than I thought!
Will: Get out of here.
Grace: Go to hell!
Will: I want you out of here in two weeks! You don't live here anymore.