Good Will Hunting1997

Chuckie:
Look, you're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way. In 20 years, if you're still livin' here, comin' over to my house to watch the Patriots games, still workin' construction, I'll f***in' kill you. That's not a threat, that's a fact. I'll f***in' kill you.

Will:
What the f*** are you talkin' about?

Chuckie:
Look, you got somethin' that none of us —

Will:
Oh, come on! Why is it always this, I mean, "I f***in' owe it to myself to do this or that?" What if I don't want to?

Chuckie:
No. No, no, no. No, f*** you. You don't owe it to yourself. You owe it to me. 'Cause tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be 50. And I'll still be doing this sh*t. And that's all right, that's fine. I mean, you're sittin' on a winning lottery ticket and you're too much of a p*ssy to cash it in. And that's bullshit. `Cause I'd do anything to f***in' have what you got. So would any of these f***in' guys. It'd be an insult to us if you're still here in 20 years. Hanging around here is a f***in' waste of your time.

Will:
You don't know that.

Chuckie:
I don't?

Will:
No. You don't know that.

Chuckie:
Oh, I don't know that? Let me tell you what I do know. Every day I come by your house and I pick you up. And we go out we have a few drinks and a few laughs, and it's great. You know what the best part of my day is? It's for about 10 seconds from when I pull up to the curb to when I get to your door. Because I think maybe I'll get up there and I'll knock on the door and you won't be there. No goodbye, no see you later, no nothin'. Just left. I don't know much, but I know that.