No, no…there’s no problem here. I was just hoping you might give me some insight into the evolution of the market economy in the Southern colonies. My contention is that prior to the Revolutionary War, the economic modalities, especially in the southern colonies, could most aptly be characterized as agrarian, pre-capitalist
#1:Do you like apples? #2:Yeah, why? #1:Well I got her number, how do you like them apples?
’cause you’ll have bad times, but that’ll always wake you up to the good stuff you weren’t paying atteion to.
‘Cuz we can make a lotta love before the sun goes down. Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight ba dum ba dum Afternoon Delight.
(1) Look, you’re my best friend, so don’t take this the wrong way. But in twenty years, if you’re still livin’ here, comin’ over to my house to watch the Patriots games, still workin’ construction, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. That’s not a threat, that’s a fact. I’ll fuckin’ kill you. (2) what? (1) Look, you’ve got somethin none of us have.. (2) why is it always this, I fuckin owe it to myself, what if I don’t want to? (1) No, fuck you, you don’t owe it to yourself, you owe it to me. Cause tomorrow I’ll wake up and I’ll be 40 and I’ll still be doin this shit and that’s fine. But you’re sittin on a winning lottery ticket and you’re too big of a pussy to cash it in. And that’s bullshit, cuase I’d do fuckin anything to have what you’ve got. so would any of these fuckin guys. Hangin around here is a waste of your time
(1)do you like apples? (2)uh yeah i guess (1)well i got her number…how do you like them apples!
(pops peanut in mouth) My boy is wicked smaht
— My father used to lay out a wrench, a stick & a belt on the table & just say *choose*…..
— I gotta go with the belt there , Vanna
— I used to go with the wrench….
— Why the wrench?
— ’cause fuck him…… thats why…
–I didn’t ask for this.
–Nobody gets what they ask for, Will. That’s a cop-out.
1) do you like apples?..2) ya..1) ya, well I got her number…how ya like them apples??
1) Does this violate the patient/doctor relationship?
2) Only if you grab my ass.
1) Fuck You! 2) …You’re the Shepherd.
1) It’s not your fault. 2) Don’t fuck with me, Sean, not you
1) Maybe we can get together and eat a bunch of caramels. 2) What do you mean? 1) When you think about it, it’s as arbitrary as drinking coffee.
1) You’re gettin charges you know that? 2) You think i’m scared of you big fuck?
1)Alright I can tell by the way you just crossed your’re legs you’re a total fruit.2)what!? what do you mean!Oh pal i dont care if your’re puttin in the ruff.2) WHAT pu, pu, putting in the ruff?
1)Are you awake? 2)No. 1)Yes you are.
1)Do you play the piano?
2)I want to talk about this.
1)And I’m trying to explain it to you. Do you play the piano?
2)Yeah a bit.
1)So when you look at a piano you see Mozart?
2)I see chopsticks.
1)Okay well Beethoven, when he looked at a piano it just made sense to him, he could just play.
2)What are you trying to say you play the piano?
1)No, not a lick. When I look at a piano I see a bunch of keys, three pedals and a box of wood. But Beethoven,Mozart, they saw it and they could just play. I can’t paint you a picture, I probably can’t hit a ball out of Fenway, and I can’t play the piano…
2)But you can do my O-Chem paper in under an hour.
1)Right, well, when it came to stuff like that I could always just play.
1)DO…YOU…LIKE…APPLES? 2) Yeah… 1) Well, I got ‘er number! How do you like them apples?
1)Here’s my number and maybe we can go out for coffee. 2)Why don’t we just eat a bunch of caramels. It’s the same as drinking coffee.
1)I chose the wrench. 2)Why? 1) ‘Cuz fuck him, that’s why.
1)I don’t know a lot. But see this? All this shit… It’s not your fault. 2)Yeah, I know that. 1)Look at me, son. It’s not your fault. 2)Oh, I know. 1)It’s not your fault. 2)I know. 1)No, no, you don’t. It’s not your fault. 2)I know. 1)It’s not your fault. 2)All right. 1)It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. 2)Don’t fuck w/me. 1)It’s not your fault. 2)Don’t fuck w/me, all right? Don’t fuck w/me, Sean, not you! 1)It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. 2)Oh God, oh God, I’m so sorry… 1)Fuck them, all right.
1)I got fired cuz’ management was restructuring. 2) Yeah, restructuring the amount of retards they got working for ’em.
1)I got plenty. 2)Well, name them. 1)Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Frost, O’Connor, Kant, Pope, Locke– 2)That’s great. They’re all dead. 1)Not to me, they’re not. 2)Well, you don’t have a lot of dailogue w/them. You can’t give back to them, Will. 1)Not w/o a heater & some serious smelling salts, no…
1)It was your mother’s 900 number, I just ran outta quarters!!! 2)Hey! Why don’t you get offa my mother, I just got offa yours!!
1)Just put it on my tab. 2)Have you ever thought about paying your tab? 1)Yep. I got the winning lottery ticket right here. 2)How much is it? 1)12 million. 2)I don’t think that’ll cover it. 1)No, but it’ll cover your sex-change opperation.
1)Maybe you married the wrong woman. 2)Maybe you should watch your mouth. Watch it right there, chief. 1)That’s it, isn’t it? You married the wrong woman. what happened? Did she leave you? Was she banging some other guy? (2 grabs 1’s throat) 2)If you ever disrespect my wife again I will end you. I will fucking end you! Got that, chief? 1)Time’s up. 2)Yeah.
1)My father was an alcoholic. Mean fuckin’ drunk. He’d come home hammered, looking to wail on somebody, so I’d provoke him, so he wouldn’t go after my mother & little brother. The interesting nights were when he wore his rings. 2)He used to just put a wrench, a stick & a belt on the table & just say, ‘Choose.’ 1)Well, I gotta go w/ the belt, there… 2)I used to go w/the wrench. 1)Why the wrench? 2)’Cause fuck him, that’s why.
1)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 thought till next month when you get to james lemmon. That’ll last till next year you’re gonna be in here regurgitating gordon wood. talking about…you know.. the pre-revolutionary utopia and the capital forming effects of military mobilization
2)actually i won’t because wood drastically
1)wood drastically underestimates the impact of social distinction predicated upon wealth especially inherited wealth? you got that from vickers. working essex county page 98 right? Were you gonna plagiarize the whole thing for us or do u…is that your thing you come into a bar you read some obscure passage and you pretend..you pawn it off as your own…as your own ideas? just to impress some girls, embarass my friend? See the sad thing about a guy like you is 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 a fuckin education you could got for a dollar fifty in late charges at the public library.
1)Sorry. 2)What are you doing?! 1)Sorry. 2)That’s people’s work! You can’t graffiti all over it! 1)Hey, fuck you! 2)Oh, you’re a clever one!
1)This is a real piece of shit. 2)Oh–tell me what you really think.
1)This is a rel piece of shit. 2)Oh–tell me what you really think.
1)We could be in California next week, you know, you might find out somethin’ about me you don’t like and, you know, maybe you’ll wish you hadn’t said that. But, you know, it’s such a serious thing that you can’t take it back, and now I’m studk in California whith someone who doesn’t really want to be with me who wishes they had a take-back. 2)A what? What’s a ‘take back’?
1)What am I scared of? 2)Well, what aren’t you scared of? You live in your safe little world where no one challenges you and you’re scared shitless to do anything else because that would mean you’d have to change–1)Don’t, don’t, don’t tell me about my world. Don’t tell me about my world!
1)Where’s your ‘soul mate’?! You wanna talk about soul mates? Where is she? 2)Dead. 1)That’s right! She’s fuckin’ dead! She fuckin’ dies–& you just cash in your chips & walk away? 2)Hey. At least I played a hand. 1)Oh, you played a hand & you lost. You lost a big fuckin’ hand! And some people would lose a big fuckin’ hand like that have the sack to ante up again! 2)Look at me. What do you want me to do? You & your bullshit. You got a bullshit answer for everybody. But I asked you a very simple question & you can’t give me a straight answer. Because you don’t know.
1)you know i can tell you’re gay man its alright (Psycyitristin British acent)What do you meen man. 1)no its ok i dont mind if you’re putting in the ruff. Psycyitrist)P-P-Putting in the ruff?
1)You know what the real bitch of it is? It’s paint by number. 2)Is it color by number? Because the colors are fascinating to me. 1)Are they really? What about her? 2)I think you’re about one step away from cutting your fuckin’ ear off.
1-Did you rush the field 2-No 1-Why 2-I wasn’t there
1. Do you like apples? 2.Yeah. 3.Well I got her number. How do you like them apples?
1. I want to hear you say that you dont love me. Because if you
say that, then i wont call you and i wont…be in your life. 2. I
dont love you.
1.he’s touching me 2. where? 1. down there
1.Maybe we could go out for coffee sometime?
2.Great, or maybe we could go somewhere and just eat a bunch of caramels.
1.What?
2.When you think about it, it’s just as arbitrary as drinking coffee.
1.[laughs]Okay, sounds good.
1.What if I said I wouldn’t have sex with you again till I got to meet your friends, what would you say? 2.I’d say it’s four-thirty in the morning, they’re probably up.
1/ Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me… fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven’t thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?
2/ No.
1/ You’re just a kid, you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talkin’ about.
2/ Why thank you.
1/ It’s all right. You’ve never been out of Boston.
2/ Nope.
1/ 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 orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll 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 about 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. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, *once more unto the breach dear friends.* But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d 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, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms *visiting hours* don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve l
1: Do you like apples? 2: Yeah.. 3: Well I got her number. How d’ya like them apples?
1: Quit jerkin’ off in my mom’s room. 2: Are there any other VCR’s in the house.
1:(in a note)…tell him i had to go see about a girl
2:That son of a bitch stole my line
1:we’re not going to kelley’s because you like the take-out girl, it’s 15 minutes out of our way. 2: what the fuck we gonna do we can’t spare 15 min.
555-1294.
Actually I was hoping for a good night lay.
affleck: so how’s your lady?
damon: she’s gone
a: gone? gone where?
d: med school, medical school in california.
a: really? when was this?
d: like a week ago.
a: well that sucks… so when are you done witht hose meetings?
d: like the week after i’m 21
a: oh yeah? they gonna hook you up with a job or what?
d: yeah fuckin sit in a room and do long division for the next 50 years
a: bet it makes some nice bank, though
d: be a fuckin lab rat
a: better than this shit, way outta here
d: i don’t know what i want way outta here for, i mean i’m gonna fuckin live here the rest of my life. you know, be neighbors, have little kids, fuckin take them to little league together up at the field?
a: look, you’re my best friend so don’t take this the wrong way, but in 20 years if you’re still livin here, comin over to my house to watch the patriots game, still workin in construction, i’ll fuckin kill you. that’s not a threat, that’s a fact. i’ll fuckin kill you.
d: the fuck are you talkin about?
a: look, you got somethin none of us have
d: oh come on why is always this i fuckin owe it to myself to do this and that?
a: no no no fuck you. you don’t owe it to yourself, you owe it to me. cause tomorrow i’ll wake up and i’m gonna be 50. and i’ll still be doing this shit. and that’s all right, that’s fine. i mean you’re sittin on a winning lottery ticket but you’re too much of a pussy to cash it in. and that’s bullshit. cause i’d to fuckin anything to have what you got. so would any of these fuckin guys. it’d be an insult to us if you’re still here in 20 years. hanging around here is a fuckin waste of your time.
d: you don’t know that.
a: i don’t?
d: no, you don’t know that.
a: oh i don’t know that. lemme tell you what i do know. that every day i come by your house and i pick you up. and we go out and we have a few drinks and a few laughs and it’s great. but you know what the best part of my day is? it’s for about ten seconds between when i pull up to the curb and i
And this is professor Hayes
And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms visiting hours don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself.
Boys are shameless. If they’re not thinking with their weiners they’re acting directly in its behalf.
Captain: This is your captain speaking and we will be on the ground in ten minutes (intercom still on, captain continues speaking). Man, I could sure use some coffee and a blow job (nurse runs down the aisle to tell captain that intercom is still on). Passenger: Don’t forget the coffee
Chuck I had a double burger.
Chuck I had a double buurgaaah…
would you shut the fuck up i know what u ordered i was there..
So gimme my fuckin sandwich..
what do you mean ur sandwich i bought it..
hey i sed i got change i bought the sno cone i sed that before when we pulled up..
Chuck…I wish I had a double burger./ Heres ya fuck’n double burger, now shut up!
CHUCKIE: I didn’t get on Cathy last night.
WILL: No? Why not?
CHUCKIE: I dunno. Cathy!
CATHY: What?!
CHUCKIE: Why didn’t you gimme none of that nasty little hoochie-woochie you usually throw at me?
CATHY: ‘Cause I don’t feel like Amateur Night!
MORGAN: AMATEUR NIGHT!
CHUCKIE: You’re gonna get charged, you know that?
WILL: You think I’m afraid of you, you big goon?!
Clark: There’s no problem. I was just hoping you could give me some insight into the evolution of the market economy in the early colonies. My contention is that prior to the Revolutionary War the economic modalities especially of the southern colonies could most aptly be characterized as agrarian pre-capitalist and…
Will: Of course that’s your contention. You’re a first year grad student. You just finished some Marxian historian, Pete Garrison probably, and so naturally that’s what you believe until next month when you get to James Lemon and get convinced that Virginia and Pennsylvania were strongly entrepreneurial and capitalist back in 1740. That’ll last until sometime in your second year, then you’ll be in here regurgitating Gordon Wood about the Pre-revolutionary utopia and the capital-forming effects of military mobilization.
ClarK: Well as a matter of fact I won’t;because, Wood dramatically underestimates the impact of…
Will: Wood drastically underestimates the impact of social distinctions predicated upon wealth, especially inheriated wealth… You got that from Work in Essex County, Page 421, right? Do you have any thoughts of your own on the subject or were you just gonna
plagerize the whole book for me?
Come forth silent rogue and receive thy prize…
Well, ladies and gentleman, Im sorry to disappoint you but it appears there will be no unmasking here today. But let this be said, the gauntlet has been thrown down and the faculty have answered. There is a proof on the board that took us two years to prove…
Did you buy all these books retail, or do you send away for, like, a ‘shrink kit’ that comes with all these volumes included?
Do you find it haahd ta hide the fact that ur gay?
Do you know how easy this is for me, I’m sick of watching you fumble all over this shit and fuckin it up.
Do you like apples?
Do you like apples? I got her number. How bout them apples?
Every day I come by your house, I pick you up, we go out and have a few drinks, a few laughs, and it’s great. Do you know what the best part of my day is? Those few seconds after I pull up to your house and I think… maybe he’s not there.
everyday i pick you up. we go out, have a few drinks, a few laughs, and it’s great, but ya wanna know what the best part of my day is? it’s the 10 seconds from when i pull up to the curb and i get to your door, and i’m hoping you won’t be there. no good-bye, no see-ya-later, no nothing. just picked up and left. i don’t know much, but i know that.
Fuck you, you know what, you owe it to me, because tomorrow i’ll wake up and ill be 50
Good Day Gentlemen…And until that day comes, keep your ear to the grindstone
He’s wicked sma-hat.
heather lemon you got the quotes wrong
Heres ya Fuckin Double Burger!!!!!!!
Hey Carmine, remember me, little Will Hunting, we used to go to kindergahden together (and then he punches him in the face)
hey, how about we get off of mothas, i just got off of yours.
How Can You Mend A Broken Heart.
How do ya like me now, punk?
How do you like me now?
I ask you about love, you 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, to have that love for her be there forever.
I didn’t know Pudge was going to hit a home run.
i don’t know much but i know that
I don’t know. I just know.
How do you know?
I know. I just…feel it.
i gotta go see about a girl
I just have a little question here. You could be a janitor anywhere. Why did you work at the most prestigious technical college in the whole fuckin’world? And why did you sneak around at night & finish other people’s formulas that only 1 or 2 people in the world could do & then lie about it?
I swallowed a bug
I swallowed a bug!
I think I got some of your pickle.
I think i just swallowed a bug.
I wanna be a shepard. I wanna buy some sheep…and tend to them…
I wanna move up to Nashua, get a nice little spread, get some sheep and tend to them.
I was on this plane once and the captain goes over on the announcements and he’s talking about we’re cruising at 30,000 feet and stuff so he puts the mic down and he forgets to turn it off. So he says ‘you know what I really need is a cup of coffee and a blow job.’ so the stewardess from the back of the plane fucken runs up to the front to tell him the mic’s still on and this guy yells after her ‘Hey, toots! Don’t forget the coffee!’
I wish I had a double burger….
If I asked you about love, you’d 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, could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel. To have that love for her, to be there forever.
If we were gonna fight him, why didn’t we fight him then? WE GOT SNACKS NOW. (Morgan)
Morgan if you’re nt out of the car in 2 secinds, when I’m done w/ him, you’re next (Chuckie)
If you ever disrespect my wife again, I will end you
It’s a good course you should check it out
LAMBEAU: That’s people’s work, you can’t graffiti here. Don’t you walk away from me.
WILL: Hey, drop dead!
LAMBEAU: You’re a clever one! What’s you’re name?
LAMBEAU: That’s people’s work, you can’t graffiti here. Don’t you walk away from me.
WILL: Hey, drop dead!
LAMBEAU: Your a clever one! What’s you’re name?
let me tell you what i do know
Let’s go to a Hahvahd bah, fuck up some smaht kids
letting them into your weird little world, thats intimacy
Look buddy two seconds ago you were ready to give me a jump.., hey i dont have a problem with it, i dont care if you putt from the rough.
Look into my eyes… I DON’T NEED THERAPY!
marky ricky danny terry mikey davey timmy tommy joey robby johnny and brian
Maybe I don’t want to spend the rest of my life sitting around explaining shit to people. Do you know how easy this is for me? Do you have any fucking idea how easy this is, this is a fucking joke. And I’m sorry you can’t do this, I really am, because I wouldn’t have to fucking sit here and watch you fumble around and fuck it up.
morgan: chuck i had a double burger
chuck: would you shut the fuck up i know what you ordered i was there
morgan: then gimme my fuckin sandwich
chuck: what do you mean your sandwich i bought it…morgan how much money do you got on you now?
morgan: look i said i got change i got the sno-cone i said that before when we pulled up
chuck: how bout you give me the 16 cents that you got on you now and we’ll put ya fuckin sandwich on layaway… we’ll put it right up here for ya and every day you can come in with ya 6 cents and at the end of the week you get ya sandwich… payment plans.. like how ya bought ya couch..
MY BOY IS WICKED SMART.
My boy’s wicked smart! I just spent two minutes in this fucken place and I run into a barney, huh?
My boy’s wicked smart. ~Chuckie
My boys wcked smart – Morgan
My boys wicked smart
My father was an alcoholic….. mean fucking drunk… he’d come home hammered…. looking to wale on somebody so I had to provoke him so he wouldn’t go after my mother & little brother……interesting nights was when he wore his rings…..
My wife used to fart in her sleep.
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. 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
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.
Of course that’s your contention. You’re a first year grad student. You just got finished readin’ some Marxian historian — Pete Garrison probably. You’re gonna be convinced of that ’til next month when you get to James Lemon, and then you’re gonna be talkin’ 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, talkin’ about, you know, the Pre-revolutionary utopia and the capital-forming effects of military mobilization.
Only if you grab my ass.
Retaaaaaaaaaainer
Say I’m working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it & maybe I break it. And I’m real happy w/myself, ’cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding & 1500 people I never met, never had no problem w/get killed. Now the politicians are sayin’, ‘Send in the Marines to secure the area’ ’cause they don’t give a shit. It won’t be their kid over there, gettin’ shot. Just like it wasn’t them when their number got called, ’cause they were pullin’ a tour in the National Guard. It’ll be some guy from Southie takin’ shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, ’cause he’ll work for 15 cents a day & no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a govt. that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the little skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little anchillary benefit for them but it ain’t helping my buddy at 2.50 a gallon. They’re takin’ their sweet time bringin’ the oil back, of course, maybe they even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis & fuckin’ play slalom w/the icebergs, & it ain’t too long ’til he hits one, spills the oil & kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy’s out of work, he can’t affort to drive, so he’s got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks ’cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin’ him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he’s starvin’ ’cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they’re servin’ is North Atlantic scrod w/Quaker State. So what’d I think? I’m holdin’ out for somethin’ better. I
Sean: 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 orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll 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 about 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. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, once more unto the breach dear friends. But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d 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, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms visiting hours don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And 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 you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan
see ya later bo peep
see you monday. we will be talking about frued and why he did enough cocaine to kill a small horse
Skiing Trip, we should have beat that little bitch’s ass.
so I said go fuck yourself…mm I swallowed a bug
So this is a Harvard bar, huh? I thought there’d be equations and shit on the wall.
So this is a Harvard bar.
So this is a Havard bar? I thought there’d be equations and shit on the walls!
Sometimes I wish I had never met you, because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.
Sometimes I wish I had never met you, because then I would not have to live knowing there is someone like you out there, and have to watch you throw it all away.
Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.
Sometimes I wish I had never met you…because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there…
Sometimes I wish we’d never met. Then I could go to sleep not knowing that there was someone like you out there.
that’s great Will
thats a super philosophy will, that way you can actually go through your entire life without ever having to get to know anybody.
the bad things in life open up your eyes to the good things you werent paying attention to before
The bad things in life open your eyes to the good things you weren’t paying attention to before.
The greatest real life loss is when you lose someone you love more than yourself.
the question is whether you’re perfect for each other
The sky is falling on your head, the waves are crashin’ over your little boat, the oars are about to snap, you’re just pissin’ your pants, you’re cryin’ for the harbor. So maybe you do what you gotta do, to get out. Maybe you became a psychologist.
This is…This is a Harvard bar, huh? I thought there’d be equations and shit on the walls…I will take a pitcher of the finest Lager in the house….Time out. I’m gunna hafta’ bust a little move on dem Harvard honeys down at the end of the bar.
Twenty years of counseling. Yeah, I’ve seen some pretty awful shit. Sean
Watch I can make these marbles disappear. One…two…(throws them behind him)…three.
we could share caramels
We’ll be talking about Freud, and why he did enough cocaine to kill a small horse.
We’ll be talking about Freud…and why he did enough cocaine to kill a small horse.
Well I think that’s a super philosophy. This way you can go through the rest of your life without really getting to know anybody.
What am I?, on fuckin sandwich welfare?, I think you should establish a good line of credit, like how you got your couch, payment plans, remember how your mother brought in $10 for a year and she finally got her couch Renaissance style???
What is your obsession with this money?
whatever blows your hair back
who did you call.
no one i forgot the number.
what are you stupid, you went all the way out there in the rain and your forgot the number.
no actually morgan it was your mother’s 900 number, i just ran out of quarters.
why dont we get off of mothers cause i just got off of yours.
alright there morgan.
go ahead, keep antagonizing me, watch what happens.
alright there morgan
why does he hang out with those retarded gorrillas? because any one of them if he asked them would take a fuckin bat to your head if he asked them to. thats called loyalty.
Why shouldn’t I work at the NSA? That’s a tough one, but I’ll take a shot at it. Let’s say I’m working at the NSA and somebody puts a code on my desk, something no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break, and I’m real happy with myself cause I did my job well. But maybe that code is for the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East, and once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels are hiding. Fifteen hundred people I never met before, never had no problem with get killed. So now the politicians are saying ‘Send in the marines to secure the area,’ cause they don’t give a shit, it’s not their kid gettin shot at, just like it wasn’t them when their number got called cause they were off pullin a tour in the National Guard. It’ll be some kid from Soutie over there takin shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find out that the plant he used to work for got exported to the country he just got back from, and the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass has got his old job cause he’ll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, my buddy realizes that the only reason why we were over there in the first place was so that we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. So, obviously, the oil companies used the little skirmish to scare up domestic oil prices, a cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain’t helpin my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. So they’re takin their sweet time bringin the oil back, of course, maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and frickin play slalom with the icebergs. It ain’t too long before he hits one of ’em, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now, my buddy’s outta work, he’s walkin to all the job interviews, which sucks because the shrapnel in his ass is givin him chronic hemeroids, and he’s starvin cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the
Why’s it always you owe it to yourself?
No forget you you dont owe it to yourself. You owe it o me/ And ya know why? Cause im gonna turn around tomorrow and ill be 50 and ill be doin’ this same stuff. And that’s okay. But you…..you got somethiing we would all die to have. It’d ba an insult to you if we were still here in 20 years. It’s a waste of your time.
Will- Do you like Apples? Barney-Yeah, I like apples. Will- Well I got her numbah, how do you like dem apples?
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 gonna 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 idea just to impress some girls and embarrass my friend? See the sad thing about a guy like you is in 50 years you’re gonna start doin’ some thinkin’ 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 hundred and fifty grand on a f—-n’ education you coulda’ got for a dollar fifty in late charges at the public library.
Ya suspect!!! Yea you!! I don’t know what your reputation is in this town, but after the shit you tried to pull today, you can bet i’ll be looking into you..
yea
You ever disrespect my wife again, I will end you!
you get canned more than tuna bitch
You get canned more than tuna, bitch!
You know the sad thing about a guy like you is that in about 30 years you’re gonna start doing some thinking, and you’re gonna realize two things. One: Don’t do that. And two: you wasted a hundred fifty grand on a fuckin’ education you coulda gotten for a dollar fifty in late charges at the public library.
you know what the best part of my day is?
when i park in your curve and for like ten seconds i dream you’ve gone, no goodbyes no anything.
You men – if you’re not thinking with your peters, you’re acting directly on their behalf…
You people baffle me. You spend all your money on these fuckin’ fancy books, you surround yourselves with them–and they’re the wrong fuckin’ books.
You wasted $150,000 on an education you coulda got for a buck fifty in late charges at the public library.
You were hoping to get a good night kiss,
no i mean i was hoping to get good night laid
You’ll have bad times, but that’ll always wake you up to the good stuff you weren’t paying attention to.
You’ll never have that kind of relationship in a world where you’re always afraid to take the 1st step because all you see is every negative thing 10 miles down the road.
You’re a SUSPECT yeah YOU..I dont know what your reputation is in this town, but after the shit you pulled today you can bet I’ll be looking into you..Any coverstation you want to have with me heretofore you can have with my aformentioned attourney and until that day comes gentlemen KEEP YOUR EAR TO THE GRINDSTONE
You’re legally allowed to drink now, so we figured the best thing for you was a car.
you’re not perfect. and let me save you the suspense, this girl you met isn’t either. the question is, whether or not you’re perfect for each other
You’re suspect!
You´re 21 now and can legally drink. We figured the best thing for you was a car.
Your not perfect sport, and let me save you the suspense, this girl you met, she isnt perfect either, but the question is whether or not your perfect for eachother. Thats the whole deal, thats what intimacy is all about.
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