Good Will Hunting Page #6

MORGAN:

What happened?

(beat)

You got fired, huh?

WILL:

Yeah, Morgan. I got fired.

MORGAN:

(starts laughing)

How f***in' retarded do you have to

be to get sh*t-canned from that job?

How hard is it to push a f***in'

broom?

CHUCKIE:

You got fired from pushing a broom,

you little b*tch.

MORGAN:

Yah, that was different. Management

was restructurin'--

BILLY:

Yah, restructurin' the amount of

retards they had workin' for them.

MORGAN:

F*** you, you fat f***.

BILLY:

Least I work for a livin'.

(to Will)

Why'd you get fired?

WILL:

Management was restructurin'.

Laughter.

CHUCKIE:

My uncle can probably get you on my

demo team.

MORGAN:

What the f***? I just asked you for

a job yesterday!

CHUCKIE:

I told you "no" yesterday!

After two students flash their ID's to the doorman (CASEY)

our boys file past him.

ALL:

(one after another)

What's up Case.

With an imperceptible nod, Casey waves our boys through. A

fifth kid, a HARVARD STUDENT, tries to follow. He is stopped

by Casey's massive, outstretched arm:

CASEY:

ID?

INT. BOW AND ARROW -- CONTINUOUS

Chuckie is collecting money from the guys to buy a pitcher,

all but Morgan cough up some crumpled dollars.

CHUCKIE:

So, this is a Harvard bar, huh? I

thought there'd be equations and

sh*t on the wall.

INT. BACK SECTION, BOW AND ARROW -- MOMENTS LATER

Chuckie returns to a table where Will, Morgan and Billy have

made themselves comfortable. He [Chuckie] spots two ATTRACTIVE

YOUNG HARVARD WOMEN sitting together at the end of the bar.

Chuckie struts his way toward the women and pulls up a chair.

He flashes a smile and tries to submerge his thick Boston

accent.

CHUCKIE:

Hey, how's it goin'?

LYDIA:

Fine.

SKYLAR:

Okay.

CHUCKIE:

So, you ladies ah, go to school here?

LYDIA:

Yes.

CHUCKIE:

Yeah, cause I think I had a class

with you.

At this point, several interested parties materialize. Morgan

Billy and Will try, as inconspicuously as possible, to situate

themselves within listening distance. A rather large student

in a HARVARD LACROSSE sweatshirt, CLARK (22) notices Chuckie.

He [Clark] walks over to Skylar and Lydia, nobly hovering

over them as protector. This gets Will, Morgan, and Billy's

attention.

SKYLAR:

What class?

CHUCKIE:

Ah, history I think.

SKYLAR:

Oh...

CHUCKIE:

Yah, it's not a bad school...

At this point, Clark can't resist and steps in.

CLARK:

What class did you say that was?

CHUCKIE:

History.

CLARK:

How'd you like that course?

CHUCKIE:

Good, it was all right.

CLARK:

History? Just "history?" It must

have been a survey course then.

Chuckie nods. Clark notices Chuckie's clothes. Will and Billy

exchange a look and move subtly closer.

CLARK:

Pretty broad. "History of the World?"

CHUCKIE:

Hey, come on pal we're in classes

all day. That's one thing about

Harvard never seizes to amaze me,

everybody's talkin' about school all

the time.

CLARK:

Hey, I'm the last guy to want to

talk about school at the bar. But as

long as you're here I want to "seize"

the opportunity to ask you a question.

Billy shifts his beer into his left hand. Will and Morgan

see this. Morgan rolls his eyes as if to say "not again..."

CLARK:

Oh, I'm sure you covered it in your

history class.

Clark looks to see if the girls are impressed. They are not.

When Clark looks back to Chuckie, Skylar turns to Lydia and

rolls her [own] eyes. They laugh. Will sees this and smiles.

CHUCKIE:

To tell you the truth, I wasn't there

much. The class was rather elementary.

CLARK:

Elementary? Oh, I don't doubt that

it was. I remember the class, it was

just between recess and lunch.

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