Every day I come by your house, and I pick you up. We go out and have a few drinks and few laughs, and it's great. You know what the best part of my day is? It's for about ten seconds, from when I pull up to the curb and when I get to your door. 'Cause I think maybe I'll get up there and I'll knock on the door and you won't be there. No "good-bye," no "see ya later." No nothing. You just left. I don't know much, but I know that.
Chuckie tells Will that the best part of his day is picking Will up and hoping that he will be gone, doing something better with his life.