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Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?Will:No.Sean:You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.Will:Why thank you.Sean:It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.Will:Nope.Sean:So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But You've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But You've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?Sean:You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief
Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?Will:No.Sean:You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.Will:Why thank you.Sean:It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.Will:Nope.Sean:So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But You've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But You've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?Sean:You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief
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You're just a kid You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about
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Why thank you It's all right
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You've never been out of Boston
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Nope
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So if I asked you about art you'd probably give me the skinny
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on every art book ever written
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Michelangelo You know a lot about him
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Life's work political aspirations Him and the pope
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Sexual orientation The whole works right
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I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel
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You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling
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Seeing that
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If I ask you about women
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you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites
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You may have even been laid a few times
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But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman
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and feel truly happy
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You're a tough kid
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I ask you about war you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me right
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Once more into the breach dear friends
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But you've never been near one
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You've never held your best friend's head in your lap
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and watch him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help
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If I asked you about love you'd probably quote me a sonnet
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but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable
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Known someone that could level you with her eyes
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Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you
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who could rescue you from the depths of hell
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And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel
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to have that love for her be there forever
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Through anything Through cancer
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And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room
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for two months holding her hand
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because the doctors could see in your eyes
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that the terms visiting hours don't apply to you
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You don't know about real loss
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'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself
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I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much
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I look at you I don't see an intelligent confident man
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I see a cocky scared shitless kid
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But you're a genius Will No one denies that
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No one could possibly understand the depths of you
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But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine
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You ripped my fuckin' life apart
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Movie Summary
Will Hunting has a genius-level IQ but chooses to work as a janitor at MIT. When he solves a difficult graduate-level math problem, his talents are discovered by Professor Gerald Lambeau, who decides to help the misguided youth reach his potential. When Will is arrested for attacking a police officer, Professor Lambeau makes a deal to get leniency for him if he will get treatment from therapist Sean Maguire.
