Good Will Hunting – Big Moments

Good Will Hunting – Big Moments

I read your book last night.
Oh, so you’re the one.
Do you still, uh–Do you still counsel veterans?
No, I don’t.
– Why not?

Well, I gave it up when my wife got sick.
You ever wonder what your life would be like if you, uh, if you never met your wife?
What? Wonder if I’d be better off without her?
– No, no, no, I’m not saying, like, better off. I didn’t mean it like that.

It’s all right. It’s an important question. ‘Cause you’ll have bad times, but that’ll always wake you up… to the good stuff you weren’t paying attention to.
And you don’t regret meetin’ your wife?
Why? ‘Cause the pain I feel now? Oh, I got regrets, Will, but I don’t regret a single day I spent with her.
So when did you know, like, that she was the one for you?
October 21, 1975.
Jesus Christ. You know the fuckin’ day?
Oh, yeah, ’cause it was game six of the World Series, biggest game in Red Sox history.
– Yeah, sure.

– My friends and I had slept out all night to get tickets.
– You got tickets?

Yep. Day of the game I was sittin’ in a bar, waitin’ for the game to start and in walks this girl. It was an amazing game though. You know, bottom of the eighth, Carbo ties it up. It was 6-6. It went to 12. Bottom of the 12th, in stepped Carlton Fisk, old Pudge. Steps up to the plate. You know, he’s got that weird stance.
– Yeah, yeah.

And then– Boom! He clocks it, you know. High fly ball down the left field line! Thirty-five thousand people on their feet, yellin’ at the ball. But that’s nothin’, ’cause Fisk, he’s wavin’ at the ball like a madman.
– Yeah, I’ve seen that.

Get over! Get over! – Right – Get over!”Then it hits the foul pole. He goes ape-shit, and 35,000 fans–They charge the field, you know.
Yeah, and he’s fuckin’ blowin’ people outta the way.
“Get outta the way! Get outta the way!”
I can’t fuckin’ believe you had tickets to that fuckin’ game! – Did you rush the field?

No, I didn’t rush the fuckin’ field. I wasn’t there.
– What?

No, I was in a bar, havin’ a drink with my future wife.
You missed Pudge Fisk’s home run to have a fuckin’ drink with some lady you never met?
Yeah, but you should have seen her. She was a stunner.
– I don’t care if–

 Oh, no, no, she lit up the room.
– I don’t care if Helen of Troy walks into the room.

Oh, Helen of Troy!
That’s game six! Oh, my God, and who were these friends of yours? – They let you get away with that?

They had to.
-What did you say to ’em?-

l just slid my ticket across the table. I said, “Sorry, guys. I gotta see about a girl.”
– “I gotta go see about a girl”?

Yes!
That’s what you said? They let you get away with that?
Oh, yeah. They saw it in my eyes that I meant it.
– You’re kiddin’ me?

 No, I’m not kidding you, Will. That’s why I’m not talkin’ right now about some girl I saw at a bar 20 years ago… and how I always regretted not goin’ over and talkin’ to her. I don’t regret the 18 years I was married to Nancy. I don’t regret the six years I had to give up counselling when she got sick, and I don’t regret the last years when she got really sick. And I sure as hell don’t regret missin’ a damn game. That’s regret.
Wow! Would have been nice to catch that game though.

I didn’t know Pudge was gonna hit a home run.