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Some Quotes from the movie----
Chuckie: You're sitting on a winning lottery tickey and you're too big of a pussy to cash it in.
Sean McGuire: The reason he hangs around with those "gorillas," as you called them, is because anyone of those
"gorillas" would take a baseball bat to your head anyday. It's called loyalty.
Sean: If you're gonna gerk off, why don't you just do it at home with a moist towel?
Will Hunting: Does this violate the doctor-patient relationship?
Sean McGuire: Not unless you grab my ass.
Will Hunting: You wasted $150,000 on an education you coulda got for $1.50 in late fees at the public library.
Harvard snob: I might have wasted my money, but at least I'll have a degree, and you'll be serving my kids fries at
a drive-thru while we're on our way to a ski trip.
Will Hunting: Yeah, maybe, but at least I won't be unoriginal.
Lambeau: Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was
someone like you out there.
Will: Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll give it a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A.
Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it.
And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army
in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were
hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the
marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it
wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy
from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported
to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work
for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was
over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil
companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for
them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil
back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom
with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So
my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause
the schrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorroids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get
a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I
think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn
enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could
be elected president.