Here is one my most favourite dialogue from the movie “Good Will Hunting”
(One of my favourite movies ever……I’m a fan of Robin Williams………)
but before i start…………..here is something about the story and film :
(read that only then you could understand the relevance of the dialogue:
Good Will Hunting is a 1997 drama film directed by Gus Van Sant and starring Matt Damon, Robin Williams, Ben Affleck, Minnie Driver, and Stellan Skarsgård. Written by Affleck and Damon, and with Damon in the title role, the film follows 20-year-old South Boston laborer Will Hunting, a genius who is forced to see a therapist (Williams) and study advanced mathematics with a renowned professor (Skarsgård) in order to avoid jail time. Through his therapy sessions, Will re-evaluates his relationships with his best friend (Affleck) and his girlfriend (Driver) while confronting his emotional issues and making decisions about his future.
Good Will Hunting was both a critical and financial success. It grossed over US$225 million during its theatrical run, more than twenty-two times its $10 million budget. It was nominated for nine Academy Awards, winning two: Best Supporting Actor for Williams and Best Original Screenplay for Affleck and Damon.
- [To Will] So, if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo. You know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that….If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. I ask you about war, you’d probably uh…throw Shakespeare at me, right? “Once more into the breach, dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, and watched him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I ask you about love, y’probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable…known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you..who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, n to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleepin’ sittin’ up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term “visiting hours” doesn’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you: I don’t see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and ripped my fuckin’ life apart. You’re an orphan, right? Do you think I’d know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don’t give a shit about that, because you know what? I can’t learn anything from you I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t wanna do that, do you, sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
- [Grabs Will by the throat when he insults Sean’s dead wife] If you ever disrespect my wife again, I will end you. I will fucking end you!
- Will: [about Skylar] Don’t worry about me, I know what I’m doin’. Yeah, but this girl is like, you know, beautiful. She’s smart. She’s funny. She’s different from most of the girls I’ve been with.
- Sean: So, call her up, Romeo.
- Will: Why? So I can realize she’s not that smart, that she’s fuckin’ boring? Y’know? I mean…this girl is like fuckin’ perfect right now, I don’t wanna ruin that.
- Sean: Maybe you’re perfect right now. Maybe you don’t wanna ruin that. I think that’s a super philosophy, Will, that way you can go through your entire life without ever having to really know anybody…My wife used to fart when she was nervous. She had all sorts of wonderful idiosyncrasies. You know what? She used to fart in her sleep. [they laugh] Sorry I shared that with you. One night it was so loud it woke the dog up. She woke up and gone like “oh was that you?” I’d say yeah…I didn’t have the heart to tell her…[cracks up] Oh God…
- Will: [laughing hysterically] She woke herself up?
- Sean: [in hysterics himself] Yes!…. Oh Christ….aahhh, but, Will, she’s been dead two years and that’s the shit I remember. [Will stops laughing] Wonderful stuff, you know, little things like that. Ah, but, those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncrasies that only I knew about. That’s what made her my wife. Oh, and she had the goods on me, too; she knew all my little peccadillos. People call these things imperfections, but they’re not — aw that’s the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds. You’re not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense. This girl you met, she isn’t perfect either. But the question is: whether or not you’re perfect for each other. That’s the whole deal. That’s what intimacy is all about. Now you can know everything in the world, sport, but the only way you’re findin’ out that one is by givin’ it a shot. You certainly won’t learn from an old fucker like me. Even if I did know, I wouldn’t tell a pissant like you.
- Will: Why not? You told me every other fuckin’ thing. Jesus Christ. Fuckin’ talk more than any shrink I ever seen in my life.
- Sean: I teach this shit, I didn’t say I know how to do it.
- Will: Yeah…You ever think about gettin’ remarried?
- Sean: My wife’s dead.
- Will: Hence the word: remarried.
- Sean: She’s dead.
- Will: Yeah…Well, I think that’s a super philosophy, Sean. I mean that way you could actually go through the rest of your life without ever really knowing anybody.
- Sean: [smiles uncomfortably] Time’s up
- Will: So, when did you know, like, that she was the one for you?
- Sean: October 21st, 1975.
- Will: Jesus Christ. You know the fuckin’ date?
- Sean: Oh yeah. Cus’ it was game six of the World Series. Biggest game in Red Sox history.
- Will: Yeah, sure.
- Sean: My friends and I had, you know, slept out on the sidewalk all night to get tickets.
- Will: You got tickets?
- Sean: Yep. Day of the game. I was sittin’ in a bar, waitin’ for the game to start, and in walks this girl… Oh it was an amazing game, though. You know, bottom of the 8th Carbo ties it up at a 6-6. It went to 12. Bottom of the 12th, in stepped Carlton Fisk. Old Pudge. Steps up to the plate, you know, and he’s got that weird stance.
- Will: Yeah, yeah.
- Sean: And BAM! He clocks it. High fly ball down the left field line! Thirty-five thousand people, on their feet, yellin’ at the ball, but that’s not because of Fisk. He’s wavin’ at the ball like a madman.
- Will: Yeah, I’ve seen…
- Sean: He’s going, “Get over! Get over! Get OVER!” And then it HITS the foul pole. OH, he goes apeshit, and 35,000 fans, you know, they charge the field, you know?
- Will: Yeah, and he’s fuckin’ bowlin’ police out of the way!
- Sean: Goin’, “God! Get out of the way! Get ’em away!” Banging people…
- Will: I can’t fuckin’ believe you had tickets to that fuckin’ game!
- Sean: Yeah!
- Will: Did you rush the field?
- Sean: No, I didn’t rush the fuckin’ field, I wasn’t there.
- Will: What?
- Sean: No – I was in a bar havin’ a drink with my future wife.
- Will: You missed Pudge Fisk’s homerun?
- Sean: Oh yeah.
- Will: To have a fuckin’ drink with some lady you never met?
- Sean: Yeah, but you shoulda seen her. She was a stunner.
- Will: I don’t care if Helen of Troy walks in the room, that’s game six!
- Sean: Oh, Helen of Troy…
- Will: Oh my God, and who are these fuckin’ friends of yours they let you get away with that?
- Sean: Oh… They had to.
- Will: W-w-w-what’d you say to them?
- Sean: I just slid my ticket across the table and I said, “Sorry guys, I gotta see about a girl.”
- Will: I gotta go see about a girl?
- Sean: Yeah.
- Will: That’s what you said? And they let you get away with that?
- Sean: Oh yeah. They saw in my eyes that I meant it.
- Will: You’re kiddin’ me.
- Sean: No, I’m not kiddin’ you, Will. That’s why I’m not talkin’ right now about some girl I saw at a bar twenty years ago and how I always regretted not going over and talking to her. I don’t regret the 18 years I was married to Nancy. I don’t regret the six years I had to give up counseling when she got sick. And I don’t regret the last years when she got really sick. And I sure as hell don’t regret missin’ the damn game. That’s regret.
- Will: Wow… [smiles] Woulda been nice to catch that game, though.
- Sean: [shrugs sheepishly] I didn’t know Pudge was gonna hit a homer!
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