You dropped a hundred-and-fifty grand on a fuckin' education you coulda got for a dollar-fifty in late charges at the public library.
You're suspect! Yeah, you! I don't know what your reputation is in this town, but after the shit you tried to pull today you can bet I'll be looking into you. Now the business we have, heretofore, you can speak with my aforementioned attorney. Good day, gentlemen; and until that day comes, keep your ear to the grindstone.
Will: Does this violate the doctor-patient relationship?Sean: Not unless you grab my ass.
Will: What the fuck do you want?Lambeau: My name is Gerald Lambeau. The professor who you told to go fuck himself.Will: Well, what the fuck do you want?
