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GOOD WILL HUNTING 1997
Look, you're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way but, in 20 years if you're still livin' here, comin' over to my house, watchin' the Patriots games, workin' construction, I'll fuckin' kill ya. That's not a threat, that's a fact, I'll fuckin' kill ya.
Good Will Hunting (1997) dir. Gus Van Sant
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I’ve never met a teacher who will tell you that a student doesn’t need to be confident to excel in school.
- John Mighton
George: D'you believe in other lives?
Joyce: Past lives?
George: No, I mean lives going on right now.
Joyce: Like being in two places at once?
George: More than two. A lot more.
Joyce: You must be a great broker, being in hundreds of places at once.
George: I'm talking about possible worlds. Each of us exists in an infinite number of possible worlds. In one world I'm talking to you right now but your arm is a little to the left, in another world you're interested in that man over there with the glasses, in another you stood me up two days ago -- and that's how I know your name
Pause.
Joyce: When did you first realize you were more than one person?
George: In another life.
Joyce: Oh?
George: Seventh grade.
Joyce: Must have been puberty.
George: No, it was math.
JOYCE laughs.
George: I was writing a math test in the seventh grade and I was stuck on the last problem. I could see two possible ways of doing it, but I wasn't sure which would work. Half way through my calculations I suddenly saw myself doing the problem the other way. Only I wasn't actually seeing myself. For a moment I was actually doing the problem the other way. I looked at my hand and saw a scar. I remembered how I had gotten it. I remembered the dog that had bitten me. Only I'd never been bitten by a dog.
Joyce: How old are you?
George: Thirty-four.
Joyce: How many lovers have you had?
George: That I can remember?
Joyce: Yes.
George: Billions.
Pause.
Joyce: Let's go.
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Possible Worlds, John Mighton
