Some shows are worth the price of admission, partner.
This gets a small laugh from Will.
CHUCKIE:
My f***in' back is killin' me.
A passing SHEET METAL WORKER overhears this.
SHEET METAL WORKER That's why you should'a gone to college.
WILL:
F*** you.
CHUCKIE:
Suck my crank. F***in' sheet metal p*ssy.
(beat) So, when are you done with those meetin's?
WILL:
Week after I'm twenty-one.
CHUCKIE:
Are they hookin' you up with a job?
WILL:
Yeah, sit in a room and do long division for the next fifty years.
CHUCKIE:
Yah, but it's better than this sh*t.
At least you'd make some nice bank.
WILL:
Yeah, be a f***in' lab rat.
CHUCKIE:
It's a way outta here.
WILL:
What do I want a way outta here for?
I want to live here the rest of my life. I want to be your next door neighbor. I want to take out kids to little league together up Foley Field.
CHUCKIE:
Look, you're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way, but in 20 years, if you're livin' next door to me, comin' over watchin' the f***in' Patriots' games and still workin' construction, I'll f***in' kill you.
And that's not a threat, that's a fact. I'll f***in' kill you.
WILL:
Chuckie, what are you talkin'...
CHUCKIE:
Listen, you got somethin' that none of us have.
WILL:
Why is it always this? I owe it to myself? What if I don't want to?
CHUCKIE:
F*** you. You owe it to me. Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be fifty and I'll still be doin' this. And that's all right 'cause I'm gonna make a run at it. But you, 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 have what you got! And so would any of these guys.
It'd be a f***in' insult to us if you're still here in twenty years.
