Good Will Hunting1997

Skylar:
Well, what aren't you scared of? You live in this safe little world where no one challenges you and you're scared shitless to do anything else but defend yourself because that would mean you'd hafta' change.

Will:
Oh no. Don't, don't, don't tell me about my world. Don't tell me about my world! I mean you just wanna have your fling with like the guy from the other side of town. Then you're going to go off to Stanford, you're going to marry some rich prick who your parents will approve of and just sit around with the other trust fund babies and talk about how you went slumming too, once.

Skylar:
Why are you saying this? What is your obsession with this money? My father died when I was 13 and I inherited this money. You don't think that every day I wake up and wish I could give it back? That I would give it back in a second if I could have one more day with him? But I can't, and that's my life and I deal with it. So don't put your sh*t on me when you're the one that's afraid.

Will:
I'm afraid? What am I afraid of? What the f*** am I afraid of?

Skylar:
You're afraid of me! You're afraid that I won't love you back! F*** it, I wanna give it a shot! At least I'm honest with you.