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Will : What's up?
Chuckie : Thanks. Ah! God, that's good. So how's your lady?
Will : Ah, she's gone.
Chuckie : Gone? Gone where?
Will : Med school. Medical school in California.
Chuckie : Really?
Will : Yeah.
Chuckie : When was this?
Will : It was, like, a week ago.
Chuckie : That sucks. So, uh, when are you done with those meetings?
Will : I think the week after I'm 21.
Chuckie : They
gonna hook ya up with a job or what?
Will : Yeah, fuckin' sit in a room and do long
division for the next
50 years.
Chuckie : Nah, probably make some nice bank though.
Will : I'm gonna be a fuckin' lab
rat.
Chuckie : Better than this shit. Way outta here.
Will : What do I want a way outta here for? I mean, I'm gonna fuckin' live here
the rest of my life. You know, be neighbors. You know, have little kids. Fuckin'
take 'em to Little
League together up Foley Field.
Chuckie : Look, you're my best friend, so
don't take this the wrong way. But in 20 years if you're still
livin' here, comin' over to my house to watch the Patriots Games, still workin'
construction, I'll fuckin' kill ya. That's not a threat. That's a fact. I'll
fuckin' kill ya.
Will : What the fuck are you talkin' about?
Chuckie : Look, you got something none of us have.
Will : Oh, come on! Why, why is it always this? I fuckin' owe it to myself to do
this or that. What if I don't want to?
Chuckie : No, no, no. Fuck you. You don't owe it to yourself. You owe it to me,
'cause tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be 50, and I'll still be doin' this
shit. That's all right. That's fine. I mean, you're
sittin' on a winnin' lottery ticket. You're too much of a pussy to cash it in,
and that's bullshit. 'Cause I'd do fuckin' anything to have what you got. So
would any of these fuckin' guys. Be an insult to us if you're still here in 20
years. Hangin' around here is a fuckin' waste of your time.
Will : You don't know that.
Chuckie : I don't?
Will : No. You don't know that.
Chuckie : Oh, I don't know that. Let me tell you what I do know. Every day I come
by your house, and I pick you up. We go out and we have a few drinks and few
laughs, and it's great. You know what the best part of my day is? It's for about
ten seconds: from when I pull up to the curb and
when I get to your door. 'Cause I think maybe I'll get up there and I'll knock
on the door and you won't be there. No "good-bye," no "see ya later." No
nothing. You just left. I don't know much, but I know that. |
