Good Will Hunting - Park scene

One of my favorites.

CUT TO:

 

EXT. BOSTON COMMON -- MINUTES LATER

 

Sean and Will sit in the bleachers at the mostly empty park. They look out over a small pond, in which a group of schoolchildren on a field trip ride the famous Swan Boats.

 

WILL

So what's with this place? You have a

swan fetish? Is this something you'd

like to talk about?

 

SEAN

I was thinking about what you said to

me the other day, about my painting.

I stayed up half the night thinking

about it and then something occured

to me and I fell into a deep peaceful

sleep and haven't thought about you

since. You know what occurred to me?

 

WILL

No.

 

SEAN

You're just a boy. You don't have the

faintest idea what you're talking about.

 

WILL

Why thank you.

 

SEAN

You've never been out of Boston.

 

WILL

No.

 

SEAN

So if I asked you about art you could

give me the skinny on every art book

ever written...Michelangelo?

You know a lot about him I bet. Life's

work, criticisms, political aspirations.

But you couldn't tell me what it smells

like in the Sistine Chapel. You've

never stood there and looked up at

that beautiful ceiling. And if I asked

you about women I'm sure you could

give me a syllabus of your personal

favorites, and maybe you've been laid

a few times too. But you couldn't

tell me how it feels to wake up next

to a woman and be truly happy. If I

asked you about war you could refer me

to a bevy of fictional and non-fictional

material, but you've never been in

one. You've never held your best

friend's head in your lap and watched

him draw his last breath, looking to

you for help. And if I asked you about

love I'd get a sonnet, but you've never

looked at a woman and been truly

vulnerable. Known that someone could

kill you with a look. That someone

could rescue you from grief.

That God had put an angel on Earth

just for you. And you wouldn't know

how it felt to be her angel. To have

the love be there for her forever.

Through anything, through cancer. You

wouldn't know about sleeping sitting

up in a hospital room for two months

holding her hand and not leaving because

the doctors could see in your eyes

that the term "visiting hours" didn't

apply to you. And you wouldn't know

about real loss, because that only

occurs when you lose something you

love more than yourself, and you've

never dared to love anything that much.

I look at you and I don't see an

intelligent confident man, I don't see

a peer, and I don't see my equal. I

see a boy. Nobody could possibly

understand you, right Will? Yet you

presume to know so much about me because

of a painting you saw. You must know

everything about me. You're an orphan,

right?

 

Will nods quietly.

 

SEAN (cont'd)

Do you think I would presume to know

the first thing about who you are

because I read "Oliver Twist?" And I

don't buy the argument that you don't

want to be here, because I think you

like all the attention you're getting.

Personally, I don't care. There's

nothing you can tell me that I can't

read somewhere else. Unless we talk

about your life. But you won't do

that. Maybe you're afraid of what

you might say.

 

Sean stands,

 

SEAN (cont'd)

It's up to you.

 

And walks away.

The clip is fromBiSONN16, Youtube.