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Sean : How are you? Where you from in Southie?
Will : l like what you've done with the place.
Sean : Oh, thanks.
Will : Do
you buy all these books retail, or do you send away for, like, a "shrink kit" that
comes with all these volumes included?
Sean : Do you like books?
Will : Yeah.
Sean : Did you read any of these books?
Will : I don't know.
Sean : How about any of these books?
Will : Probably not.
Sean : What about the ones on the top shelf? You read those?
Will : Yeah, I read those.
Sean : Good for you. What do you think about 'em?
Will : I'm not here for a fuckin' book report. They're your books. Why don't you
read 'em?
Sean : I did. I had to.
Will : Must've taken you a long time.
Sean : Yeah, it did.
Will : United States of America: A Complete History, Volume l. Jesus. If you
wanna read a real history book, read Howard Zinn's A People's History in the
United States. That
book'll fuckin' knock you on your ass.
Sean : Better than Chomsky's Manufacturing Consent? Do you think that's a good
book?
Will : You fuckin' people baffle me. You spend all your money on these fuckin'
fancy books. You surround yourselves with 'em. They're the wrong fuckin' books.
Sean : What are the right fuckin' books, Will?
Will : Whatever blows your hair back.
Sean : Yeah. Haven't got much hair left. Hey, you
know you'd be better shoving that cigarette up your ass. It'd
probably be healthier for you.
Will : Yeah, I know. It
really gets in the way of my yoga.
Sean : You work out, huh?
Will : What, you
lift?
Sean : Yeah.
Will : Nautilus?
Sean : No, free
weights.
Will : Oh, really? Yeah. Free weights, huh?
Sean : Yeah, big
time. Yeah. Just like
that.
Will : What
do you bench?
Sean : 285. What do you bench?
Will : You paint that?
Sean : Yeah. Do you paint?
Will : Uh-uh.
Sean : Do you sculpt?
Will : No.
Sean : Do you like art? Do you like music?
Will : This
is a real piece of shit.
Sean : Oh, tell me what you really think.
Will : Just the linear and impressionistic mix makes a very muddled
composition. It's also a Winslow Homer rip-off, except you got
whitey rowin' the boat there.
Sean : Well, it's art, Monet. It wasn't very good.
Will : That's not really what concerns me though.
Sean : What concerns you?
Will : Just the coloring.
Sean : You know what the real bitch of it is? It's
paint-by-number.
Will : Is it color-by-number? Because the colors are fascinating to me.
Sean : Aren't they really? You bet.
Will : I think you're
about one step away from cuttin' your fuckin' ear off.
Sean : Really? Oh, yeah. Think I should move to the south of France, change my
name to "Vincent"?
Will : You ever heard the sayin', "any port in a
storm"?
Sean : Yeah.
Will : Yeah, maybe that means you.
Sean : In what way?
Will : Maybe you're in the middle of a storm, a big fuckin' storm.
Sean : Yeah, maybe.
Will : The sky's fallin' on your head. The waves are crashin' over your little
boat. The oars are about to snap. You
just piss in your pants. You're cryin' for the harbor. So maybe you do what you
gotta do to get out. You know, maybe you became a psychologist.
Sean :Bingo. That's
it. Let me do my job now. You start with me. Come on.
Will : Maybe you married the wrong woman.
Sean : Maybe you should watch
your mouth! Watch
it right there, chief, all right?
Will : That's it, isn't it? You married the wrong woman. What happened? What, did
she leave you? Was she, you know--banging some other
guy?
Sean : If you ever disrespect my wife again, I will end you. I will fuckin' end
you. Got that, chief?
Will : Time's up.
Sean : Yeah. |
