GOOD WILL HUNTING Will: Well, I can't go to California with you. Skylar: Why not? Will: Well, one, because I--I got a job here, and two, because I live here. Skylar: Look, um..If you don't love me, you should tell me because it's such a-Will: I'm not saying I don't love you. Skylar: Then why? Why won't you come? What are you so scared of? Will: What am I so scared of? Skylar: Well, what aren't you scared of? You live in this safe little world where no one challenges you and you're scared shitless to do anything else but defend yourself because that would mean you'd hafta' change. Will: Oh no. Don't, don't, don't tell me about my world. Don't tell me about my world! I mean you just wanna have you fling with like the guy from the other side of town. Then you're going to go off to Stanford, you're going to marry some rich prick who your parents will approve of and just sit around with the other trust fund babies and talk about how you went slumming too, once. Skylar: Why are you saying this? What is your obsession with this money? My father died when I was 13 and I inherited this money. Nearly every day I wake up, and I wish that I could give it back, that I would give it back in a second if it meant I could have one more day with him, but I can't and that's my life and I deal with it. So don't put your shit on me, when you're the one that's afraid. Will: I'm afraid? Wh--wh--what am I afraid of, huh? What the fuck am I afraid of? Skylar: You're afraid of me. You're afraid that I won't love you back. And you know what? I'm afraid too. Fuck it. I want to give it a shot and at least I'm honest with you. DISTURBIA Kale: I'm saying that if you want to enjoy your party, enjoy your party. Don't keep looking up at me, trying to get a rise out of me. It's unnecessary. Ashley: So you were watching me. (Kale is rendered speechless. He tries to start but Ashley interrupts.) Ashley: But for how long? Just tonight? A week? Two weeks? Since I moved in? What have you been keeping tabs on, Kale? Huh? What else have you seen? Kale: What else have I seen? Ashley: Yeah, what else? Kale: I've seen a lot. I mean, not like that, not, I mean ... (takes a breath) For instance, I've seen that you're maybe one of, I don't know, three people in the world that likes pizza-flavored chips. You're also the only person I've ever seen that spends more time on the roof of her house than in her actual house. And what are you doing? You're reading. Books. You know, not "US Weekly or "Seventeen", or, you know... but you're reading substantial books. You also do this, uh, ... (scratches head, chuckles) You do this thing where, it's like an OCD thing, but it's not. It's, um ... Whenever you're leaving your room, you grab the doorknob, you turn it and you're getting ready to leave but you don't, you stop and you back up and you turn to the mirror and you stare at yourself. But it's not like a, you know, "I'm so hot" kind of stare. You know, it's more like ... "Who am I, really?" And to ask yourself that, I mean, that's so cool. So you look out the window all the time like I do, only you're looking at the world, you know? Tryin' to figure it out, trying to understand the world. Trying to figure out why it's not in order like your books. (long pause) I'm only looking at you. (They regard each other.) Ashley: That's either the creepiest... or the sweetest thing I've ever heard. MEET THE PARENTS Flight Attendant (Kali Rocha): I'm sorry, sir, you're gonna have to check that. Greg "Gaylord" Focker: I got it. Flight Attendant: No, I'm sorry, that bag won't fit. Greg: No, no, I'm not--hey, I'm not checking my bag, okay? Flight Attendant: Okay, There's no need to raise your voice, sir. Greg: I'm not raising my voice. THIS WOULD BE RAISING MY VOICE TO YOU, okay? I don't want to check my bag, okay? And, by the way, your airline? You SUCK at checking bags, okay, because I already did that once and you lost it, and then I had everything screwed up very badly for me, okay? Flight Attendant: Well, I can assure you that your bag will be placed safely below deck with the other luggage... Greg: Oh, yeah? How do you know my bag will be safe below with the other luggage? Huh? Are you physically going to take my bag and put it beneath the plane? Are you going to go right now outside, with the guys with the earmuffs, and go put it in there? Flight Attendant: No. Greg: No? Okay, then shut your piehole and listen to me when I say that I am FINISHED with the checking-of-the-bags CONVERSATION! Flight Attendant: Sir, we have a policy on this airline that if a bag is this large, we -Greg: Okay, you know what...just take your scrubby little paws off my bag, okay? It's not like I got a bomb in here. It's not like I want to blow up the plane! I just want to stow my bag according to your safety regulations. Hey...hey, if you would just take a second, take the little sticks out of your head, clean out your ears and maybe you would see that I'm a person who has feelings. And all I have to do is do what I want to do and all I want to do is hold onto my bag and not listen to you. And the only way I would ever let go of my bag would be if you came over here right now and try to pry it from my dead lifeless fingers. If you can get it from my kung-fu grip then you can come and have it, okay? Otherwise, step off, bitch.
