Will Hunting (Matt Damon) and his friends are at the bar. Will intervenes in a discussion when a student tries to undermine his friends by showing all his knowledge about the market economy.
Movie Description: A touching tale of a wayward young man who struggles to find his identity, living in a world where he can solve any problem, except the one brewing deep within himself, until one day he meets his soul mate who opens his mind and his heart.
A tense encounter between a pretentious graduate student and a cynical man at a bar escalates into a personal conflict. The narrative then shifts to reveal the man's troubled history of legal battles and his struggle with the justice system, eventually circling back to his attempt to connect with a woman he met during the initial confrontation.
I was just hoping you might give me some insight
into the evolution of the market economy
in the southern colonies.
My contention is that prior to the Revolutionary War,
the economic modalities, especially in
the southern colonies,
could most aptly be characterized as agrarian pre-capital.
All right.
Of course that's your contention.
Hang on a second.
You're a first-year grad student.
You just got finished reading some Moxian historian,
Pete Garrison, probably.
You're going to be convinced of that until
next month when you get to James Lemon.
And then you're going to be talking about how the economies of Virginia
and Pennsylvania were entrepreneurial and capitalist way back in 1740.
That's going to last until next year.
You're going to be in here regurgitating Gordon Wood,
talking about, you know, the pre-revolutionary utopia
and the capital-forming effects of military mobilization.
As a matter of fact, I won't, because Wood drastically underestimates
the impact of social distinctions.
Wood drastically underestimates the impact of social distinctions
predicated upon wealth, especially inherited wealth.
You got that from Vickers.
Work in Essex County, page 98, right?
Yeah, I read that, too.
Are you going to plagiarize the whole thing for us?
Do you have any thoughts of your own on this matter?
Is that your thing?
You come into a bar, you read some obscure passage,
and then pretend you pawned it off as your own idea
just to impress some girls, embarrass my friend?
See, the sad thing about a guy like you is in 50 years,
you're going to start doing some thinking on your own,
and you're going to come up with the fact that there
are two certainties in life.
One, don't do that.
And two, you dropped 150 grand on a f***ing education you could
have got for $1.50 in late charges at the public library.
Yeah, but I will have a degree.
And you'll be serving my kids fries
at a drive-thru on our way to a skiing trip.
Yeah, maybe.
Yeah, but at least I won't be unoriginal.
But, I mean, if you have a problem like that, I mean,
we could just step outside and figure it out.
That was no problem. It's cool.
It's cool?
F***ing damn right it's cool.
How you like me now?
My boy's awake and smiling.
It's been three minutes in this f***ing place
and you're running into Albani, huh?
They were fine, man. We were gonna close the deal,
but then Billy insulted one of them
and the heavyset girl said that I had a receding hairline
and I was a few pounds overweight
and I was like, go f*** yourself. I swallowed a bug.
You're an idiot.
What?
You're an idiot. I've been sitting over there
for 45 minutes waiting for you to come and talk to me.
But I'm tired now, and I have to go home,
and I couldn't sit there anymore waiting for you.
Well, I'm well.
Skylar.
Skylar.
Oh, and by the way, that guy over there?
He wasn't singing with us, so to speak.
Yeah, no, I kind of got that impression.
Okay, well, I've got to go.
I've got to get up early
and waste some more money on my overpriced education.
No, I didn't mean you.
There's my number, so maybe we can go out for coffee sometime.
All right, yeah, maybe we could just get together
and eat a bunch of caramels.
What do you mean?
When you think about it, it's as arbitrary as drinking coffee.
Oh, yeah, okay.
Uh, right then.
Hey!
I think it was them f***ing Barneys right now.
Hey, wait, hold on.
Skiing trip.
Should've beat that little b****'s ass.
Do you like
apples?
Yeah.
Winners and losers, summer and rain
The circles to find us again
But forgotten it all
Cause I, I forget
about time
I
forget
about
nothing
What can
I do for
you?
I just need the name of the student who works here.
No students work for me.
Well, could you please check?
I have this guy who works in my building.
He's about this high.
Which one is your building?
Two. Building two.
Look, if anything was stolen, I should know.
No, no, no. It's nothing like that. I just need his name.
I can't give you his name unless you have a complaint.
This is Professor Lambeau.
This is Professor Hayes.
Tom, please. This is important. Please.
Well, he didn't show up for work today.
Got this job through his P.O. You can call him.
P.O.?
Role officer.
There is a lengthy legal
precedent, Your Honor,
going back to 1789,
whereby a defendant can't claim self-defense
against an agent of the government
if that act is deemed a defense against tyranny, a defense of liberty.
Your Honor, Henry Ward Beecher,
in Proverbs from the Plymouth Pulpit, 1887, said...
1887? This is the 20th century, Your Honor.
Excuse me.
It's going to make a mockery of the courtroom.
I am afforded the right to speak in my own defense,
sir, by the Constitution of the United States.
This is the same document which guarantees my liberty.
And don't tell me about the Constitution of the United States.
Now, liberty, in case you've forgotten, is the soul's right to breathe.
I mean, it cannot take a long breath. Laws are girded too tight.
Without liberty, man is a sinkhole.
Man is a what?
Ibbid, Your Honor.
Son, my turn.
I've been sitting here for 10 minutes now looking over
this rap sheet of yours.
I just can't believe it.
June 93, assault.
September 93, assault.
Grand Theft Auto, February 94,
where apparently you defended yourself and had the case thrown
out by citing free property rights of horse and carriage from 1798.
Joke.
January 95, impersonating an officer.
Mayhem, theft, resisting, all overturned.
I'm also aware that you've been through several foster homes.
The state removed you from three because of serious physical abuse.
You know, another judge might care, but you hit a cop.
You're going in.
Motion to dismiss is denied.
$50,000 bail.
Thank you.
Hello?
Skylar?
Yep.
Who?
Well, you know, the really funny,
good-looking guy you met at the bar the other night?
I don't recall meeting anyone who matches that description.
I think I'd remember.
Oh, all right, you got me.
It's the ugly, obnoxious, toothless loser
who got hammered and wouldn't leave you alone all night.
Oh, well, I remember.
How are you?
I was wondering if you'd call me.
Yeah, what's up baby? What's up?
Hold on one second.
Hey.
Perfect, I remember you from Juvi.
How you doing?
I was wondering maybe we could get together sometime this week.
Oh, that sounds wonderful.
Yeah, sure.
Where are you?
Well, actually, this is just a shot in the dark.
but there's no chance that you're pre-law, is there?