Good Will Hunting Page #3

MORGAN:

That f***in' guinea, Will knows him.

WILL:

Yah, Bobby Champa. He used to beat

the sh*t outta' me in Kindergarten.

BILLY:

He's a pretty big kid.

WILL:

Yah, he's the same size now as he

was in Kindergarten.

MORGAN:

F*** this, let's get something to

eat...

CHUCKIE:

What Morgan, you're not gonna go

talk to her?

MORGAN:

F*** her.

The boys get up and walk down the bleachers.

WILL:

I could go for a Whopper.

MORGAN:

(nonchalant)

Let's hit "Kelly's."

CHUCKIE:

Morgan, I'm not goin' to "Kelly's

Roast Beef" just cause you like the

take-out girl. It's fifteen minutes

out of our way.

MORGAN:

What else we gonna do we can't spare

fifteen minutes?

CHUCKIE:

All right Morgan, fine. I'll tell

you why we're not going to "Kelly's."

It's because the take-out b*tch is a

f***in' idiot. I'm sorry you like

her but she's dumb as a post and she

has never got our order right, never

once.

MORGAN:

She's not stupid.

WILL:

She's sharp as a marble.

CHUCKIE:

We're not goin'.

(beat)

I don't even like "Kelly's."

CUT TO:

INT. M.I.T. HALLWAY -- LATER

Lambeau, still in his reunion formal-wear, strides down the

hallway, carrying some papers. A group of students have

gathered by the chalkboard. They part like the red sea as he

approaches the board. Using the papers in hand, he checks

the proof.

Satisfied, he turns to the class.

LAMBEAU:

This is correct? Who did this?

Dead silence. Lambeau turns to an INDIAN STUDENT.

LAMBEAU:

Nemesh?

Nemesh shakes his head in awe.

NEMESH:

No way.

Lambeau erases the proof and starts putting up a new one.

LAMBEAU:

Well, whoever You are, I'm sure you'll

find this one challenging enough to

merit coming forward with your

identity. That is, if you can do

it.

INT. CHUCKIE'S CAR, DRIVING IN SOUTH BOSTON -- CONTINUOUS

The street is crowded as our boys drive down Broadway. They

move slowly through heavy traffic, windows down. Chuckie

sorts through a large "KELLY'S ROAST BEEF" BAG as he drives.

MORGAN:

Double Burger.

Will holds the wheel for Chuckie as he looks through the

bag.

MORGAN:

(same tone)

Double Burger.

Chuckie gets out fries for himself, hands Will his fries.

MORGAN:

I, I had a Kelly's Double Burger.

CHUCKIE:

Would you shut the f*** up! I know

what you ordered, I was there!

MORGAN:

So why don't you give me my sandwich?

CHUCKIE:

What do you mean "your sandwich?" I

bought it.

MORGAN:

(sarcastic)

Yah, all right...

CHUCKIE:

How much money you got?

MORGAN:

I told you, I just got change.

CHUCKIE:

Well give me your f***in' change and

we'll put your f***in' sandwich on

layaway.

MORGAN:

Why you gotta be an a**hole Chuckie?

CHUCKIE:

I think you should establish a good

line of credit.

Laughter, Chuckie goes back searching through the bag.

CHUCKIE:

Oh motherf***er...

WILL:

She didn't do it again did she?

CHUCKIE:

Jesus Christ. Not even close.

MORGAN:

Did she get my Double Burger?

CHUCKIE:

NO SHE DIDN'T GET YOUR DOUBLE BURGER!!

IT'S ALL F***IN' FLYIN' FISH FILET!!

Chuckie whips a FISH SANDWICH back to Morgan, then to Billy.

WILL:

Jesus, that's really bad, did anyone

even order a Flyin' Fish?

CHUCKIE:

No, and we got four of 'em.

BILLY:

You gotta' be kiddin' me. Why do we

even go to her?

CHUCKIE:

Cause f***in' Morgan's got a crush

on her, we always go there and when

we get to the window he never says a

f***in' word to her, he never even

gets out of the car, and she never

gets our order right cause she's the

goddamn MISSING LINK!

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