Good Will Hunting Page #20

WILL:

Why? So I can realize she's not so

smart. That she's boring. You don't

get it. Right now she's perfect, I

don't want to ruin that.

SEAN:

And right now you're perfect too.

Maybe you don't want to ruin that.

Will says nothing.

SEAN:

Well, I think that's a great

philosophy Will, that way you can go

through your entire life without

ever having to really know anybody.

Sean looks directly at Will, who looks away. A beat.

SEAN:

My wife used to turn the alarm clock

off in her sleep. I was late for

work all the time because in the

middle of the night she'd roll over

and turn the damn thing off.

Eventually I got a second clock and

put it under my side of the bed, but

it got to where she was gettin' to

that one too. She was afraid of the

dark, so the closet light was on all

night. Thing kept me up half the

night. Eventually I'd fall asleep,

out of sheer exhaustion and not wake

up when I was supposed to cause she'd

have already gotten to my alarms.

Will smiles, Sean takes a beat.

SEAN:

My wife's been dead two years, Will.

And when I think about her, those

are the things I think about most.

Little idiosyncrasies that only I

knew about. Those made her my wife.

And she had the goods on me too.

Little things I do out of habit.

People call these things imperfections

Will. It's just who we are. And we

get to choose who we're going to let

into out weird little worlds. You're

not perfect. And let me save you the

suspense, this girl you met isn't

either. The question is, whether or

not you're perfect for each other.

You can know everything in the world,

but the only way you're findin' that

one out is by giving it a shot. You

sure won't get the answer from an

old f***er like me. And even if I

did know, I wouldn't tell you.

Will smiles. A beat.

WILL:

Why not? You told me every other

f***in' thing. You talk more than

any shrink I ever met.

Sean laughs.

SEAN:

I teach this sh*t, I didn't say I

knew how to do it.

WILL:

You ever think about gettin'

remarried?

SEAN:

My wife's dead.

WILL:

Hence, the word remarried.

SEAN:

My wife's dead.

WILL:

Well I think that's a wonderful

philosophy, Sean. That way you can

go through the rest of your life

without having to really know anyone.

A beat. Sean smiles.

SEAN:

Time's up.

CUT TO:

EXT. SKYLAR'S DORM -- AFTERNOON

Will is waiting outside the door for someone to come out --

so he can go in.

INT. SKYLAR'S DORM -- AFTERNOON

The door to Skylar's dorm is partially open. Will stands

outside while Skylar remains on the threshold.

SKYLAR:

Where have you been?

WILL:

I'm sorry, I been real busy.

SKYLAR:

You were busy? You know, I really

was waiting for you to call me.

WILL:

Sorry. I'm sorry. Give me another

crack at it. Let me take you out.

SKYLAR:

You should have called. I have an "O-

chem" lab due tomorrow and it's

impossible.

(beat)

It's not an excuse dummy. I want to

go out with you. But look:

She holds up her Lab. Will glances at it.

SKYLAR:

Tomorrow?

WILL:

Promise?

SKYLAR:

If you bring the caramels.

Will smiles.

CUT TO:

EXT. HARVARD SQUARE -- LATER

Will sits in an outdoor cafe, thinking. After a beat, he

leans over to two students working at a nearby table, borrows

a pen and paper and starts writing.

CUT TO:

EXT. SKYLAR'S DORM -- DAY

Will is a solitary figure strolling across the lawn. He stops

at Skylar's dorm and knocks on the door.

CUT TO:

INT. SKYLAR'S DORM -- DAY

She emerges. He hands her the paper he was working on. It is

her O-chem lab.

WILL:

I couldn't wait till tomorrow.

SKYLAR:

How the hell did you do that?

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