These stars have been falling continuously these last few weeks. 
I have been dreaming the same dream of you and me in a car going downtown on a Wednesday night and watching the sky burn. 
All you said was "I've never seen a sky like this burn down." 

The sky's falling down onto this town. 
Everything's gone wrong now that you are gone. 
Every single day I wish to get away. 
I'm sorry that I'm not sorry. 
You're just another story. 

WILL: You're a mess. I'm leaving. 
GRACE: Don't bother. I'll leave. 
WILL: No, no. I'm leaving. 
GRACE: I'm already gone. 
WILL: Where's the guy with the-- 
GRACE: Where's my purse? 
KAREN: Meow, meow. 
WILL: [bad word] it. 
 [bad word] on. 
WILL: We are not playing games here. 
GRACE: Give me my purse. 
JACK: Want 'em? Go get 'em. 
KAREN: Ha! 
WILL: Jack, what the [bad word] are you doing? 
JACK: It's time you two patched things up. 
WILL: Unzip it! 
JACK: Will!! This is not the time or the place for your [bad word] ons! Now talk to her! 
GRACE: This is not funny. Let us out now. 
WILL: I'm not kidding, Jack. 
JACK: I'm not kidding either! You guys' friendship means something to me. It means that maybe we don't have to be alone in the world. 
That some things do last forever. That a fatty and his enabler can find love. 
 [bad word] on, you're tearing the poor kid up! So either get it together or get it apart. Just get it! [bad word] on, Jackie. I hear there's some people here with some great dope. 
GRACE: Eew. Eew. I think I just stepped in a puddle of throw-up. Throw-up makes me throw up. 
WILL: Quit jumping. You're gonna have two puddles. 
GRACE: Please look. Is that throw-up? 
WILL: Look for yourself! I'm not your vomit-looker. I only look at vomit for my friends, and we are not friends. 
GRACE: Fine, then you're gonna have to find yourself another spider-killer. 
WILL: I don't need you to kill spiders for me, thank you. I can kill my own [bad word] spiders. 
GRACE: What about the one above your head? 
GRACE: Quit bouncing. 
WILL: You quit bouncing. 
GRACE: You quit bouncing! 
WILL: You quit bouncing! 
GRACE: Man. You really hate me, don't you? Is this really happening? We just throw away 15 years of friendship over this? 
WILL: Don't say "over this" like it was nothing. You screwed me over. I'm planning my life around this. 
You were gonna have a baby, I was gonna be a dad. And then you just throw it away. Heh. It was so easy for you. 
GRACE: Easy? Have you been paying any attention to my life lately? And when has finding someone ever been easy for me? 
WILL: That is not the point, Grace. You just met the guy and you picked him over me. 
GRACE: I couldn't pick him over you because you are not an option for me. You know, I actually considered walking away from Leo for you. 
But then I started thinking about what our life would be like. Just you and me and our baby. And that question hanging over my head. 
WILL: What question? 
GRACE: Was Leo the right guy for me? I don't know. I don't know if it's gonna work out. But I hope it does. And I'd hope my friend would want that for me, too. 
WILL: I'm sorry, Grace, but it's not that easy for me. 
GRACE: Why? 
WILL: Because it's not. 
GRACE: Why?! 
WILL: Because I need you more than you need me! Okay? You--you--you-- you got a million options, Grace. 
You can make a baby with Leo, or Nathan, or any Tom, [bad word]  and...spermy. But I can't. I need you. 
GRACE: Well, I'm sorry, I don't know what to say to that. 
WILL: Well, there's nothing you can say. You've made your choice. 
GRACE: So, what, that's it? We're done? We're just gonna go our separate ways? 
WILL: I guess so.