Good Will Hunting1997

Executive 1:
Well, Will, I'm not exactly sure what you mean, we've already offered you a position..

Chuckie:
Since this is obviously not my first time in such altercations, let me say this: [rubs thumb and fingers together, signifying cash] Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.

[The executives are silent]

Chuckie:
At the current time I am looking at a number of different fields from which to disseminate which offer is most pursuant to my benefit. What do you want? What do I want? What does anybody want? Leniency.

Executive 1:
I'm not sure--

Chuckie:
--These circumstances are mitigated. Right now. They're mitigated. [throws his hands up]

Executive 1:
Okay...

Chuckie:
[pointing to one of the executives] He knows what I'm talking about. A retainer. Nobody in this town works without a retainer. You think you can find someone who does, you have my blessin'. But I think we all know that person isn't going to represent you as well as I can.

Executive 1:
Will, our offer starts you at $84,000 a year, plus benefits.

Chuckie:
[singing] Retainer... [softly] retainer.

Executive:
You want us to give you cash right now?

Chuckie:
Whoa-oh-oh... ea--now I didn't say that. Allegedly, your situation — for you — would be concurrently improved if I had $200 in my back pocket right now.

[The executives exchange looks and go for their wallets.]

Executive 1:
Well, I don't think I...Larry?

Executive 2:
I've got, uh... $73.

Executive 1:
Will you take a check?

Chuckie:
[to Executive 1] Let me tell you something. You're suspect. [He stands, slowly approaches Executives.] Yeah, you. I don't know what your reputation is in this town, but after the sh*t you tried to pull today, you can bet I'll be looking into you. [Takes money off the table]. Now the business we have heretofore you can speak with my aforementioned attorney. Good day gentlemen, and until that day comes, keep your ear to the grindstone.