Good Will Hunting Page #6

WILL:

She's sharp as a marble.

CHUCKIE:

We're not goin'.

(beat)

I don't even like "Kelly's."

CUT TO:

INT. M.I.T. HALLWAY -- LATER

Lambeau, still in his reunion formal-wear, strides down the

hallway, carrying some papers. A group of students have

gathered by the chalkboard. They part like the red sea as he

approaches the board. Using the papers in hand, he checks

the proof.

Satisfied, he turns to the class.

LAMBEAU:

This is correct? Who did this?

Dead silence. Lambeau turns to an INDIAN STUDENT.

LAMBEAU:

Nemesh?

Nemesh shakes his head in awe.

NEMESH:

No way.

Lambeau erases the proof and starts putting up a new one.

LAMBEAU:

Well, whoever You are, I'm sure you'll

find this one challenging enough to

merit coming forward with your

identity. That is, if you can do

it.

INT. CHUCKIE'S CAR, DRIVING IN SOUTH BOSTON -- CONTINUOUS

The street is crowded as our boys drive down Broadway. They

move slowly through heavy traffic, windows down. Chuckie

sorts through a large "KELLY'S ROAST BEEF" BAG as he drives.

MORGAN:

Double Burger.

Will holds the wheel for Chuckie as he looks through the

bag.

MORGAN:

(same tone)

Double Burger.

Chuckie gets out fries for himself, hands Will his fries.

MORGAN:

I, I had a Kelly's Double Burger.

CHUCKIE:

Would you shut the f*** up! I know

what you ordered, I was there!

MORGAN:

So why don't you give me my sandwich?

CHUCKIE:

What do you mean "your sandwich?" I

bought it.

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