Good WIll Hunting scene

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Gifted Spirit

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Description

The park bench scene from good will hunting.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

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I thought about, well, you said to me the other day above my painting instead of half the night thinking about it. And something occurred to me and I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep and haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me, you're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about. You've never been out of boston. So I asked you about art. You'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written, Michelangelo. You know, a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him in the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right. But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. I've seen that if I asked you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been lied a few times, but you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman. If you're truly happy, you're a tough kid, ask you about war and you'd probably throw Shakespeare. I mean, right once more unto the breach, Dear friends, But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable known someone could level you with their eyes feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you who could rescue you from the depths of **** and you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel and to have that love for her to be there forever. Through anything through cancer. You wouldn't know about sleeping, sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hours don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself a day you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you and I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky scared shitless kid, but you're a genius will no one denies that No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of Mind, you ripped my ******* life about you're an orphan, right? Do you think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel who you are? Because I read Oliver twist, does that encapsulate you personally? I don't give a sh it about all that because you know what? I can't learn anything from you. They can't read in some ******* book unless you want to talk about you who you are and I'm fascinated. I'm in but you don't want to do that. Do you support? You're terrified of what you might say, You move chief.