Good Will Hunting

1.
Sean——So, if 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 and 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…seeing that.
If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.
You're a tough kid. And I ask you about war, you'd probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more onto the breach, dear friends…"
But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap…and watched him gasp his last breath, lookin' to you for help.
I ask you about love, you'll probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable……
Known someone that could level you with her eyes……feelin' like God put an angel on earth just for you……who could rescue you from the depths of hell……
And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel……to have that love for her, be there forever…through anything…through cancer.
And you wouldn't know about sleeping sittin' up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you.
You don't know about real loss……'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much.
I look at you.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 mine. You ripped my fuckin' life apart.
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 奧利佛 Twist? Does that encapsulate you?
Personally, I don't give a shit about all that. Because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin' book.
Unless, you wanna talk about you…who you are. Then I 'm fasciated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that, do you? You're terrified of what you might say.

2.
Will——This girl's, like, perfect right now. I don't wanna ruin that.
Sean——Maybe you're perfect right now. Maybe you don't wanna ruin that. But I think that's a super philosophy. That way, you can go through your entire life without ever having to really know anybody.
People call these things "imperfections," but they're not.That's the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds.
You're not perfect. And let me save you the suspense.This girl you met, she isn't perfect either.But the question is whether or not you're perfect for each other.That's the whole deal. That's what intimacy is all about.Now you can know everything in the world, but the only way you're findin' out that one is by givin' it a shot.