Good Will Hunting1997

Sean:
Right. My dad laid brick. Okay? Busted his ass so I could have an education.

Will:
Exactly. That's an honorable profession. What's wrong with...with fixing somebody's car. Someone can get to work the next day because of me. There's honor in that.

Sean:
Yeah, there is, Will. There is honor in that. And there's honor in, you know, taking that forty minute train ride so those college kids come in the morning and the floors are clean and the wastebaskets are empty. That's real work.

Will:
That's right.

Sean:
Right. And that's honorable. I'm sure that's why you took that job, I mean, for the honor of it. 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 f***in' world? And why did you sneak around at night and finish other people's formulas that only one or two people in the world could do, and then lie about it? Cuz' I don't see a lot of honor in that, Will. So, what do you really want to do?

Will:
I wanna' be a shepherd.

Sean:
Really.

Will:
I wanna move up to Nashua get a nice little spread get some sheep and tend to them.

Sean:
Maybe you should go do that.

Will:
What?

Sean:
You know, if you're going to jerk off, why don't you just do it at home with a moist towel?

Will:
You're chuckin' me?

Sean:
Yeah, get the f*** out.

Will:
Hey, no, no, no. Time's not up, yet.

Sean:
Yeah it is.

Will:
I'm not leavin'. No!

Sean:
Listen. You're not going to answer my questions, you're wasting my f***in' time.

Will:
What? I thought we were friends. Whaddaya mean you -

Sean:
Playtime's over, okay?