This is one of my favourite monologues from the movie: Good Will Hunting; an oldie but a goodie. Stumbled across the screenplay in a pile of old books yesterday.
Spoken by Sean, the character played by Robin Williams, to Will:
“So if I asked you about art you could give me the skinny on every art book ever written…Michelangelo?
You know a lot about him I bet. Life’s work, criticisms, political aspirations.But you couldn’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. And if I asked you about women I’m sure you could give me a syllabus of your personal favourites, and maybe you’ve even been laid a few times, too. But you couldn’t tell me how it feels to wake up next to a woman and be truly happy. If I asked you about war you could refer me to a bevy of fictional and nonfictional material, but you’ve never been in one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap and watched him draw his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love I’d get a sonnet, but you’ve never looked at a woman and been truly vulnerable. Known that someone could kill you with a look. That someone could rescue you from your grief…”
“…And you wouldn’t know about real loss, because that only occurs when you lose something you love more than yourself, and you’ve never dared to love anything that much. I look at you and I don’t see an intelligent, confident man; I don’t see a peer, and I don’t see my equal. I see a boy. Nobody could possibly understand you, right, Will? Yet you presume to know so much about me because of a painting you saw. You must know everything about me…”
How do ya like them apples?!
