[He hears that no. Yeah, he hears that 'no' and interprets it as a 'he will find out on his own.' He knows Alana. He's not adverse to gossiping with Alana, not adverse to asking her about people she and Will know from home, casually mentioning that yeah, Will told him about his psychiatrist friend, what was his name, no not you, the one that was a chef, it's on the tip of his tongue.
Because he wanted to punch this guy. And, he also wanted to find out more about him. If Alana thought that he was a good guy, if she thought that he was a sensible man, then he might have to rethink Will's sickness and Will's theory that his chef psychiatrist friend was the true monster, the true cause of all of Will's misfortunes...or if it was Will desperately trying to come up with an excuse, trying to rationalize the fact that so many bad things had happened to him in the span of a short time.
Whale knew that feeling, the feeling of wanting something to blame. But, possibly unlike Will, he knew that sometimes there wasn't anything to blame.]
Fine. Fine, I won't punch him, I won't even talk to the guy. But you've got to tell me his name so that I can actually avoid him. Otherwise what, I'd be avoiding every psychiatrist in the city? Not exactly feasible.
[Come on Will. Give him this much, give him this tiny bit of information, throw him the metaphorical bone. Whale gives the camera a tiny little smile, eyes reassuring, trying to tell Will that it can't hurt, just this little bit of information can't hurt at all]
or if we want to continue my top 40 taste http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHkozMIXZ8w
Because he wanted to punch this guy. And, he also wanted to find out more about him. If Alana thought that he was a good guy, if she thought that he was a sensible man, then he might have to rethink Will's sickness and Will's theory that his chef psychiatrist friend was the true monster, the true cause of all of Will's misfortunes...or if it was Will desperately trying to come up with an excuse, trying to rationalize the fact that so many bad things had happened to him in the span of a short time.
Whale knew that feeling, the feeling of wanting something to blame. But, possibly unlike Will, he knew that sometimes there wasn't anything to blame.]
Fine. Fine, I won't punch him, I won't even talk to the guy. But you've got to tell me his name so that I can actually avoid him. Otherwise what, I'd be avoiding every psychiatrist in the city? Not exactly feasible.
[Come on Will. Give him this much, give him this tiny bit of information, throw him the metaphorical bone. Whale gives the camera a tiny little smile, eyes reassuring, trying to tell Will that it can't hurt, just this little bit of information can't hurt at all]