Good Will Hunting Page #27

SKYLAR:

Rich? I have an inheritance. It's

two hundred and fifty thousand

dollars. That's exactly what it'll

cost me, minus about five hundred

bucks, to go all the way through med

school. This is what I'm doing with

that money. I could have done anything

I wanted. I could have expanded my

wardrobe, substantially.

WILL:

Instead you're going to bust your

ass for five years so you can be

broke?

SKYLAR:

No, so I can be a doctor.

A beat. Will nods. She looks down, then up.

SKYLAR:

All right, Mr. Nosey Parker. Let me

ask you a question? Do you have a

photographic memory?

WILL:

I guess. I don't know. How do you

remember your phone number?

SKYLAR:

Have you ever studied Organic

Chemistry?

WILL:

Some, a little.

SKYLAR:

Just for fun?

WILL:

I guess so.

SKYLAR:

Nobody does organic chemistry for

"fun." It's unnecessary. Especially

for someone like you.

WILL:

Like me?

SKYLAR:

Yeah. Someone like you who divides

his time, fairly evenly, between the

batting cages and bars.

Will laughs.

SKYLAR:

How did you do that? I can't... I

mean even the smartest people I know,

and we do have a few at Harvard,

have to study- a lot. It's hard.

(beat)

Listen, Will, if you don't want to

tell me--

WILL:

Do you play the piano?

SKYLAR:

Come one Will. I just want to know.

WILL:

I'm trying to explain it to you. So

you play the piano. When you look at

the keys, you see music, you see

Mozart.

SKYLAR:

I see "Hot Cross Buns," but okay.

WILL:

Well all right, Beethoven. He looked

at a piano and saw music. The f***in'

guy was deaf when he composed the

Ode to Joy. They had to turn him

around to take a bow because he

couldn't hear the crowd going crazy

behind him. Stone deaf. He saw all

of that music in his head.

SKYLAR:

So, do you play the piano?

WILL:

Not a lick. I look at a piano and I

see black and white keys, three pedals

and a box of wood. Beethoven, Mozart,

they looked at it and it just made

sense to them. They saw a piano and

they could play. I couldn't paint

you a picture, I probably can't hit

the ball out of Fenway Park and I

can't play the piano--

SKYLAR:

But you can do my O-chem lab in under

an hour, you can--

WILL:

When it came to stuff like that I

could always just play.

Skylar is awestruck with admiration for Will, the Robot-pimp.

So much so that Skylar has to kiss him, then push him away.

SKYLAR:

I can't believe it's taken me four

years to meet you and I'm going to

California in two months, Will.

(beat)

Have you ever been to California? I

bet you'd like it.

Will freezes. A beat.

SKYLAR:

Maybe not.

CUT TO:

INT. CHUCKIE'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Chuckie sits on his couch, watching cartoons in his boxers

and a tee-shirt, eating cereal. The doorbell rings. He sits.

CHUCKIE:

Get it, ma!

She doesn't. He gets up. Opens door. It's Skylar.

CHUCKIE:

(surprised)

Hey.

SKYLAR:

Hi.

CHUCKIE:

How you doin'?

SKYLAR:

Good.

An awkward beat.

CHUCKIE:

How'd you know where to find me?

SKYLAR:

(smiles)

You were the only Sullivan in the

phone book.

Chuckie smiles.

SKYLAR:

Will and I dropped you off here,

remember?

CHUCKIE:

Oh, right.

SKYLAR:

This is your house, right?

Chuckie nods and is about to respond when he is interrupted

by a nagging shriek from his mom.

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