Good Will Hunting Page #3

Everyone groans.

LAMBEAU:

I'm hoping that one of you might

prove it by the end of the semester.

The first person to do so will not

only be in my good graces, but go on

to fame and fortune by having their

accomplishment recorded and their

name printed in the auspicious "M.I.T.

Tech."

Prof. Lambeau holds up a thin publication entitled "M.I.T.

Tech." Everyone laughs.

LAMBEAU:

Former winners include Nobel

Laureates, world renowned astro-

physicists, Field's Medal winners

and lowly M.I.T. professors.

More laughs.

LAMBEAU:

Okay. That is all.

A smattering of applause. Students pack their bags.

CUT TO:

INT. FUNLAND – LATER

The place is a monster indoor funpark. Will, Chuckie, Morgan,

and Billy are in adjoining batting cages. Will has disabled

the pitching machine in his and pitches to Chuckie. The boys

have been drinking. Will throws one to Chuckie, high and

tight.

Several empty beer cans sit by the cage.

CHUCKIE:

Will!

Another pitch, inside.

CHUCKIE:

You're gonna get charged!

WILL:

You think I'm afraid of you, you big

f***? You're crowdin' the plate.

Will guns another one, way inside.

CHUCKIE:

Stop brushin' me back!

WILL:

Stop crowdin the plate!

Chuckie laughs and steps back.

CHUCKIE:

Casey's bouncin' at a bar up Harvard.

We should go there sometime.

WILL:

What are we gonna do up there?

CHUCKIE:

I don't know, we'll f*** up some

smart kids.

(stepping back in)

You'd prob'ly fit right in.

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