A Beautiful Mind2001

[John bangs his head against the window pane, cutting his forehead]

Charles:
Jesus Christ, John.

John:
I can't fail. This is all I am.

Charles:
Come on, let's go out.

John:
I got to get something done.

Charles:
John!

John:
I can't keep staring into space.

Charles:
John, that's enough!

John:
Got to face the wall, follow their rules, read their books …

Charles:
You want to do some damage, fine! But don't mess around!

John:
… do their classes.

Charles:
Come on! Go on, bust your head! Kill yourself. Don't do it. Don't mess around. Bust your head! Go on, bust that worthless head wide open!

John:
Goddamn it, Charles! What the hell is your problem?!

Charles:
It's not my problem. And it's not your problem. It's their problem. Your answer isn't face the wall. It's out there, where you've been working.