Good Will Hunting (”The Best Part of My Day”)

CHUCKIE: So, how's your lady?

WILL: Ah, she's gone.

CHUCKIE: Gone? Gone where?

WILL: Med school. Medical school in California.

CHUCKIE: Really?

WILL: Yeah.

CHUCKIE: When was this?

WILL: It was, like, a week ago.

CHUCKIE: Well, that sucks. So, uh, when are you done with those meetings?

WILL: I think the week after I'm twenty-one.

CHUCKIE: Yeah, they gonna hook you up with a job, or what?

WILL: Yeah, fuckin'... sit in a room and do long division for the next fifty years.

CHUCKIE: Yeah. Probably make some nice bank, though.

WILL: I'm gonna be a fuckin' lab rat.

CHUCKIE: Better than this shit. Way outta here.

WILL: What do I want a way outta here for? I'm gonna live here the rest of my life. Y'know, be neighbors, y'know, have little kids, fuckin' take 'em to Little League together, up Foley Field.

CHUCKIE: Look, you're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way. In twenty years, if you're still livin' here, comin' over to my house to watch the Patriots game, still workin' construction, I'll fuckin' kill you.

WILL: What?

CHUCKIE: That's not a threat, that's a fact. I'll fuckin' kill you.

WILL: What the fuck are you talkin' about?

CHUCKIE: Look, you got something that none of us have—

WILL: Oh, come on! Why- Why is it always this? I mean, "I fuckin' owe it to myself to do this or that", what if I don't want to?

CHUCKIE: No, no, no. No, fuck you. You don't owe it to yourself. You owe it to me. 'Cause tomorrow, I'm gonna wake up and I'll be fifty. And I'll still be doin' this shit. And that's alright, that's fine. I mean, you're sitting on a winning lottery ticket and you're too much of a pussy to cash it in. And that's bullshit. 'Cause I'd do anything to fuckin' have what you got, so would any of these fuckin' guys. It'd be an insult to us if you're still here in twenty years. Hanging around here is a fuckin' waste of your time.

WILL: You don't know that.

CHUCKIE: I don't?

WILL: No, you don't know that.

CHUCKIE: I don't know that. Let me tell you what I do know; every day, I come by your house and I pick you up. And we go out, we have a few drinks, and a few laughs, and it's great. You know what the best part of my day is? It's for about ten seconds when I pull up to the curb to when I get to your door. 'Cause I think maybe I'll get up there and I'll knock on the door and you won't be there. No goodbye, no "see ya later", no nothin'. You just left. I don't know much, but I know that.