>Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm workin' at the N.S.A. and somebody puts a code on my desk, somethin' no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it, maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. And once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels are hidin'. Fifteen hundred people that I never met, I never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', 'Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area,' 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called 'cause they were out pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie over there takin' shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks.
Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm workin' at the N.S.A...
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>Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the little skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helpin' my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, maybe they even took the liberty of hirin' an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs. It ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work. He can't afford to drive, so he's walkin' to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks because the schrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorroids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State.
>So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure, fuck it, while I'm at it, why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.
*ahem* What did he mean by this?
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Something along the lines of fuck drumpf and fuck white people
Why are Trump supporters so insecure?
>implying someone as smart as Will Hunting wouldn't want to fuck drumpf and fuck white people
I hate this character so much.
They have shit lives and live vicariously through daddy trump
he had the power to kill millions
Because they should be
to save hundreds
Inb4 "But the 2016 elections polls said!" Yeah, as if one mistake erases years of accurate polling.
>believing in polls
liberals never learn do they
I, too, hate people who are smarter than me.
It's literally the same poll that has always been used. If it's wrong then every presidential approval rating for the last 70 years was wrong.
Hahahha plumpf btfo
They're ugly inside and out
In after.
Trump supporters don't understand how polls work. They think every poll is done by the exact same people.
give this man an oscar [eye roll]
America is also filled with more subhumans today
he meant that he liked apples instead of working for the nsa, so he went to college to study botany, I heard that then he went into NASA and became an astronaut.
Last I heard, he was on some expedition to Mars?
Wasn't about his intelligence as his entire arc with Robin Williams shows, you ignoramus.
This is the best monologue in the history of the cinema !!
Monologues: The Movie
this. even better than the c-beams monologue
He's still president keep crying faglords
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 orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll 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; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about 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'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, 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, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd 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, feeling 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 sitting up in the 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 it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And 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, and you ripped my fucking life apart.
You're an orphan right? 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 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 want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
You life must be filled with hatred.
I was simply mocking him. I love smart people, but there's no one smarter than me.
That one hit to close to home apparently
I only saw this movie a couple weeks ago. Not bad. Kind of pointless though. I can see why it's critically acclaimed. But for the first half of the movie, I was giggling how everyone sounded like Bill Burr. I had no idea the movie was set in Boston.
>projecting
I'm sure you're a beautiful person deep down, user
>shit, let me just look up the buzzword chart, one of these has to apply at least a little...
>yes, projecting! Haha, got em again, I'm just like milo!
Say something fucking original
>Kind of pointless though.
The lack of point actually is the point. He had all this potential and wasted it in the end. Damon and Affleck actually considered killing Will in the end for maximum irony, but that didn't happen.
The ending was perfect. If it wasn't for the ending, I wouldn't have forgiven the movie for being pointless.
I wouldn't say that Will wasted his potential. As he could easily get a job being a big brain whenever he wants. What he did, was reprioritize his life.
>Boston
They are a proud people. I had an economics professor who used guns and "buttah" as variables and was proud he pronounced butter that way.
Was your professor wicked smaht?
It's your fault.
probably realizes that his intelligence would be used by not so smart people that make 7 figures a year, while he barely clears high 5 figures.
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Robin Williams is great.