Good Will Hunting: Sean So if I asked you about art youd probably give me the skinny on every art

book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Lifes work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you cant tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. Youve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that. If I asked you about women youd probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you cant tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. Youre a tough kid. I ask you about war, and youd probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right? Once more into the breach, dear friends. But youve never been near one. Youve never held your best friends head in your lap and watched him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love you probably quote me a sonnet. But youve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone could level you with her eyes. Feeling like! God put an angel on earth just for youwho could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldnt know what its like to be her angel and to have that love for her to be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. You wouldnt know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hours dont apply to you. You dont know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt youve ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you; I dont see an intelligent, confident man; I see a cocky, scared kid. But youre 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 you ripped my life apart. Youre an orphan right? Do you think Id 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 dont care at

all about that, because you know what? I cant learn anything from you I cant read in some book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And Im fascinated. Im in. But you dont wanna do that, do you, sport? Youre terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief. Good Will Hunting: Will Of course that's your contention. You're a first year grad student. You just got finished reading some Marxian Historian, Pete Garrison probably. You're gonna' be convinced of that until next month when you get to James Lemon, then you're gonna' be talking about how the economies of Virginia and Pennsylvania were entrepreneurial and capitalist way back in 1740. That's gonna' last until next year, you're gonna' be in here regurgitating Gordon Wood, talking about ya know, the Pre-Revolutionary utopia and the capital forming effects of military mobilization. Wood drastically... Wood drastically underestimates the impact of social distinctions predicated upon wealth, especially inherited wealth. You got that from Vickers. "Work in Essex County", page 98, right? Yeah, I read that too. Were you going to plagiarize the whole thing for us? Do you have any thoughts of your own on this matter? Or do you, is that your thing, you come into a bar, you read some obscure passage, and then pretend, you pawn it off as your own, as your own idea just to impress some girl and embarrass my friend? You see, the sad thing about a guy like you is that in 50 years, you're gonna start doing some thinking on your own and you're gonna come up with the fact that there are two certainties in life. One: don't do that. And two: you dropped a 150 grand on an education you could have gotten for a dollar fifty in late charges at the public library. That may be, but at least I won't be unoriginal. But I mean, if you have a problem with that, I mean, we could just step outside - we could figure it out.