good will hunting
1997 film. abuse mention.
“yeah, maybe. but at least i won’t be unoriginal.”
“you’re afraid of me. you’re afraid that i won’t love you back.”
“don’t tell me about my world.”
“are we gonna have a problem here?”
“you know, i’ve seen some pretty awful shit.”
“no goodbye. no see you later. no nothing. you just left. i don’t know much, but i know that.”
“what’s a take back? i don’t want a take back.”
“look at me, son. it’s not your fault.”
“honey, i didn’t know that.”
“you don’t know about real loss, ‘cause that only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. and i doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.”
“most days i wish i’d never met you ‘cause then i could sleep at night. i didn’t have to walk around with the knowledge that there was someone like you out there.”
“no, you don’t want to hear that i got fucking cigarettes put out on me when i was a little kid.”
"he used to just put a wrench, a stick and a belt on the table, and just say ‘choose’.”
“what do i got, a fucking sign on my back that says ‘save me’? do i look like i need that?”
“you got a bullshit answer for everybody. but i ask you a very simple question and you can’t give me a straight answer. ‘cause you don’t know.”
“don’t fuck with me, alright? don’t fuck with me, __, not you.”
“and that’s my life, and i deal with it. so don’t put your shit on me when you’re the one that’s afraid.”
“i want to hear you say that you don’t love me.”
“no. no, no no no. fuck you, you don’t owe it to yourself man, you owe it to me.”
“i’m holdin’ out for somethin’ better.”
“what the fuck are we gonna do that we can’t spare fifteen minutes?”
“i want to hear it because i want to help you.”
“if you ever disrespect __ again, i will end you. i will fucking end you!”
“you live in this safe little world where no one challenges you and you’re scared shitless to do anything else. because that might mean that you have to change.”
“i’m afraid? what am i afraid of? what the fuck am i afraid of?”
“my father was an alcoholic. mean fucking drunk. he’d come home hammered, looking to wail on somebody.”
“if you were gonna fight them, why didn’t you fight them back there? we got snacks now!”
“you’ll never have that kind of relationship in a world where you’re afraid to take the first step because all you see is every negative thing ten miles down the road.”
“what are you so scared of?”
“well, what aren’t you scared of?”
“i didn’t have to watch you throw it all away.”
“help me? what the fuck?”
“you’re an idiot. i’ve been sitting there all night waiting for you to come over to talk to me. but i’m tired now, and i have to go home, and couldn’t just keep sitting there waiting.”
“people call those imperfections, but no, that’s the good stuff.”
