Good Will Hunting1997

Will:
[Sean is going through Will's profile. Inside we see are pictures of Will after brutal assaults by his foster parents] You ever have any, uh, experience with that?

Sean:
Twenty years of counseling, I've seen some pretty awful sh*t.

Will:
No. I mean, have you ever had any experience with that?

Sean:
You mean, personally? Yeah. Yeah I have.

[Sean looks away for a moment]

Will:
I'm sure it ain't good.

Sean:
My father was an alcoholic. Mean f***in' drunk. Used to come home hammered, looking to whale on someone. So I would provoke him, so he wouldn't go after my mother and little brother. Interesting nights were when he wore his rings...

Will:
He used to just put a belt, a stick, and a wrench on the kitchen table and say, "Choose."

Sean:
Well, I gotta go with the belt there, Vanna.

Will:
I used to go with the wrench.

Sean:
Why?

Will:
Cause f*** him, that' why.

Sean:
Your foster father?

Will:
Yeah.

[pause]

Will:
[looking at his file] So what does it say? Will has an attachment disorder? Fear of abandonment? Is that why I broke up with Skylar?

Sean:
Didn't know you had. Wanna talk about it?

[Will shakes his head, stares off]

Sean:
Will, you see this, all this sh*t?

[Holds up the file, and drops it on his desk]

Sean:
It's not your fault.

Will:
[Softly, still staring off] I know...

Sean:
No you don't. It's not your fault.

Will:
[Serious] I know.

Sean:
No. Listen to me son. It's not your fault.

Will:
I know that.

Sean:
It's not your fault.

[Will is silent, eyes closed]

Sean:
[steps closer] It's not your fault.

Will:
[choking up] Don't f*** with me, Sean. Not you.

Sean:
[steps even closer] It's not your fault.

[Will shoves Sean back, and then, hands trembling, buries his face in his hands. Will begins sobbing. Sean puts his hands on Will's shoulders, and Will grabs him and holds him close, crying]

Will:
Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry Sean!

Sean:
F*** them, OK?