G Gerry
This is a disaster, Sean. I brought you in here because I wanted you to help me with the boy, not to run him out.
I know what I'm doing with the boy.
G Gerry
I don't care if you have a report on the boy. I don't care if you have a few laughs, even at my expense, but don't you dare undermine what I'm trying to do here.
G Gerry
This boy is at a fragile point right now—.
I do understand, he is at a fragile point right now, okay? He's got problems.
G Gerry
Well, what problems does he have, Sean? That he's better off as a janitor? Better off in jail? Better off hanging out with a bunch of **** gorillas?
Why do you think he does that, Gerry? Do you have any ****in' clue why? Mm?
G Gerry
He can handle the problems. He can handle the work, and he obviously handled you.
Gerry, listen to me, listen. Why is he hiding? Why doesn't he trust anybody? Because the first thing that happened to him, he was abandoned by the people who were supposed to love him the most.
G Gerry
Oh, come on, don't give me that Freudian crap.
Listen, Gerry, and why does he hang out with those "**** gorillas" as you called them? Because any one of them, if he asked them to, would take a ****in' bat to your head, okay? That's called loyalty.
G Gerry
Yeah, that's very touching.
And who's he handling? He pushes people away before they have a chance to leave him. It's a defense mechanism, alright? And, for 20 years, he's been alone because of that. And, if you push him right now, it's gonna be the same thing all over again, and I'm not gonna let that happen to him.
G Gerry
Don't you do that, Sean.
G Gerry
Don't you do that, don't infect him with the idea that it's okay to quit, that it's okay to be a failure, because it's not okay, Sean. If you're angry at me for being successful, for being what you could have been, Sean—.
I'm not angry at you, Gerry.
G Gerry
Oh, yes you're angry at me, Sean. You resent me.
G Gerry
But I'm not gonna apologize for any success I've had. You're angry at me for doing what you could have done, but ask yourself, ask yourself if you want Will to feel that way. If you want him to feel like a failure.
Oh, you arrogant shit. That's why I don't come to the goddamn reunions: 'cause I can't stand that look in your eye, y'know? That condescending, embarrassed look.
G Gerry
[under his breath]
Oh, Sean.
You think I'm a failure. But I know who I am, and I'm proud of what I do. It was a conscious choice. I didn't **** up! And you and your cronies think I'm some sort of pity case, you and your kiss-ass chorus following you around going [singing mockingly] "The Fields medal, the Fields medal!" Why are you still so ****in' afraid of failure?!
G Gerry
[chuckles]
It's about my medal, isn't it? Oh, God, I can go home and get it for you, you can have it.
Oh, please don't. Y'know what Gerry? Shove the medal up your ****in' ass, alright? 'Cause I don't give a shit about your medal 'cause I knew you before you were a mathematical god, when you were pimple-faced and homesick and didn't know which side of the bed to piss on.
G Gerry
Yeah, you were smarter than me then and you're smarter than me now, so don't blame me for how your life turned out, it's not my fault.
I don't blame you! It's not about you, you mathematical dick! It's about the boy! He's a good kid, and I won't see you **** him up like you're trying to **** up me right now. I won't see you make him feel like a failure, too!
G Gerry
He won't be a failure, Sean!
But if you push him, Gerry, if you ride him—!
G Gerry
Sean, I am what I am today because I was pushed, and because I learned to push myself.
[yelling]
He's not you! You get that?!
[Sean and Gerry look at Will suddenly]
I can... come back.
G Gerry
No, come in. I was just leaving.
You're angry at me for doing what you could have done but ask yourself, Sean. Ask yourself if you want Will to feel that way, if you want him to feel like a failure.
Oh, you arrogant shit! That's why I don't come to the goddamned reunions 'cause I can't stand that look in your eye. Ya know, that condescending, embarrassed look. You think I'm a failure. I know who I am, and I'm proud of what I do. I was a conscientious choice, I didn't **** up! And you and your cronies think I'm some sort of pity case. You and your kiss-ass chorus following you around going, "The Field's Medal! The Field's Medal!" Why are you still so ****in' afraid of failure?
...
You know what, Gerry? Shove the medal up your ****in' ass, all right? Because I don't give a shit about your medal because I knew you long before you ever became a mathematical god, I knew you when you were pimple faced and homesick and didn't know what side of the bed to piss on!
Yeah, you were smarter than me then, and you're smarter than me now. So, don't blame me for how your life turned out.
I don't blame you! It's not about you, you mathematical dick! It's about the boy! He's a good kid! And I won't see you **** him up like you're trying to **** up me right now! I won't let you make him feel like a failure too!
[singing]
Double Burger...double burger? Chuck, I had a double burger!
Would you shut the **** up? I know what you ordered, I was there.
So give me my ****in' sandwich.
What do you mean your sandwich? I bought it. Hey Morgan how much money you got on you?
I said I'd give you the change when we ordered the Sno-Cones when we pulled up, so why don't you give me my sandwich and stop being a prick.
Well why don't you give me your **** sixteen cents you got on you and we'll put your sandwich on layaway, [puts the burger on the dashboard] there you go, keep it right up here for you. We'll put you on a program. Every day you come in with your six cents, and at the end of the week you'll have your sandwich
What am I? Your ****in' sandwich welfare? I think you should establish a good line of credit. Like how you bought your couch. Payment plans. Remember? Your mother brought in ten dollars every day for a year..she finally got a couch Rent-a-Center style.
Can I have my food now please?
[throws the burger at Morgan]
Here's your **** double burger!
I thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting.
Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me...I fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?
You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.
It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.
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 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. That 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 for forever. Through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term 'visiting hours' don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I 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 ****in' life apart. You're an orphan right?"
[Will nods]
You think I know the first thing about how hard your life's 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 ****in' 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.
My dad laid brick. Okay? Busted his ass so I could have an education.
Exactly. That's an honorable profession. What's wrong with..with fixing somebody's car. Someone can get to work the next day because of me. There's honor in that.
There's honor, ya know, in taking that 40-minute so those college kids could come in the morning and their floors are clean and their wastebaskets are empty. That's real work.
Right, and that's honorable. Sure that's why you took that job. I mean for the 'honor' of it. I just have a little question here. You could be a janitor anywhere. Why did work at the most prestigious technical college in the whole ****in' world? And why did you sneak around at night and finish other people's formulas that only one or two people in the world could do and then lie about it? 'Cause I don't see a lot of honor in that, Will. So what do you really want to do?
I wanna move up to Nashua, get a nice little spread, get some sheep and tend to them.
Maybe you should go do that.
You know, if you're going to jerk off, why don't you just do it at home with a moist towel?
Trust...very important in a relationship, it's also very important in a clinical situation. Why is trust the most important thing in making a breakthrough with a client? Maureen, stop the oral fixation for a moment and join us. Vinnie.
V Vinnie
Um...because uh...trust is...uh...trust is life.
Wow. That's very deep. Thank you, Vinnie. Next time get the notes from your brother. Now, the patient is here to say nothing. If trusting won't go past this, then there's really no point in them being in therapy. I mean, hey, if they don't trust you, you know, you're never gonna get them to sleep with ya' and that should be the goal of any good therapist...nail them while they're vulnerable. That's my motto.....Oh, good, everyone's back. Welcome back everybody.
Do you have lots of brothers and sisters?
I'm Irish Catholic, what do you think?
You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Why? Go on, what, 5? 7? 8? How many?
You do not have 12 brothers.
I swear to God, I swear to God, I'm lucky 13 right here.
Do you know all their names?
Do I... yeah they're my brothers.
Marky, Ricky, Danny, Terry, Mikey, Davey, Timmy, Tommy, Joey, Robby, Johnny, and Brian.
Marky, Ricky, Danny, Terry, Mikey, Davey, Timmy, Tommy, Joey, Robby, Johnny, and Brian.
I don't understand how your mind works.
No, I'm tryin' to explain it to you. Do you play the piano?
Okay, when you look at a piano you see Mozart, right?
Beethoven, okay. He looked at a piano, and it just made sense to him. He could just play.
So what are you saying? You play the piano?
No, not a lick. I mean, I look at a piano, I see a bunch of keys, three pedals, and a box of wood. But Beethoven, Mozart, they saw it, they could just play. I couldn't paint you a picture, I probably can't hit the ball out of Fenway, and I can't play the piano.
But you can do my o-chem paper in under an hour.
Right. Well, I mean when it came to stuff like that... I could always just play.
