The One and Only Smackdown Spoiler Thread

[Guest RavishingRickRudo]

"Only two things are infinite, the universe and stupidity - and I'm not sure about the former"

 

"'Common Sense' is the set of prejudices aquired by the age of 18"

 

"Nationalism is an infantile disease. It is the measles of mankind."

 

"I never think of the future. It comes soon enough"

 

"To punish me for my contempt for authority, Fate made me an authority myself."

 

"Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind."

 

-Albert Einstein.

[Guest Choken One]

Will Hunting: Do you like apples?

Clark: Yeah.

Will Hunting: Well, I got her number. How do you like them apples?

[Lil' Bitch 0]

The movie about the janitor that writes on the mirror...

[Guest Choken One]

Billy: You're legally allowed to drink now so we figured the best thing for you was a car.

[Guest Choken One]

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

[Guest Choken One]

Sean: Nail them while they're vulnerable, that's my motto.

[Guest Choken One]

Sean: My dad used to make us walk down to the park and collect the sticks he was going to beat us with. Actually the worst of the beatings were between me and my brother. We would practice on each other, trying to find sticks that would break.

Will: He used to just put a belt, a stick, and a wrench on the kitchen table and say, "Choose."

Sean: Gotta go with the belt, there.

Will: I used to go with the wrench.

Sean: The wrench, why?

Will: 'Cause fuck him, that's why.

[Guest Choken One]

Will Hunting: You wasted $150,000 on an education you coulda got for $1.50 in late fees at the public library.

[Lil' Bitch 0]

The Talented Mr. Ripley > Good Will Hunting

[Guest Choken One]

Will: Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll give it a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the schrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorroids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.

[Guest DrainYou42]

Boys have a penis, Girls have a vagina

[Guest godthedog]

i'm going to UGA. got myself a 3.71.

[Guest Choken One]

Chuckie: Wait, Bill. Hold it. Did you hear that? [Man moans upstairs] Morgan! If you're watching pornos in my mom's room again, I'm gonna give you a fucking beating!!

[Morgan runs downstairs]

Morgan: What's up fellas?

Billy: Morgan, why don't you jerk off in your own fucking house. Man, that's fucking filthy.

Morgan: I ain't got a VCR in my house.

Chuckie: Aw, c'mon, not on my glove.

Morgan: I didn't use the glove.

Chuckie: That's my Little League glove.

Morgan: What do you want me to do?

Chuckie: I mean, what's wrong with you? You'll hump a baseball glove?

Morgan: I was just using it for clean-up.

Chuckie: Stop jerking off in my mother's room!

Morgan: Ain't there another VCR in the house?!

Chuckie: It's just sad bro.

[Guest Choken One]

Sean Maguire: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?

Will Hunting: No.

Sean Maguire: You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.

Will Hunting: Why thank you.

Sean Maguire: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.

Will Hunting: Nope.

Sean Maguire: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right? [Will nods] You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

[Garth 0]

I've never seen good will hunting, any good?

[Guest Choken One]

A pretty damn good movie...

[Lil' Bitch 0]

Robin Williams curses! Talk about shocking...

[Guest godthedog]

so...assuming i had a choice between going to a grad school in california and a grad school in new york city, which one should i choose?

[Lil' Bitch 0]

California

[Guest godthedog]

A pretty damn good movie...

eh, pretty good. didn't deserve half the buzz it got, and it certainly didn't deserve 2 oscars.

[Guest Choken One]

Rico you have shown your immaturity...

 

Again.

 

BTW...Talented Mr. Ripley was all right but not as good nor quoteable as GWH

[Guest Hogan Made Wrestling]

I'm hoping to go to Berkeley or UCLA. Right now I have a 4.27, but GREs are still left to be taken.

[Guest godthedog]

i was weirded out by 'ripley'. and it takes a lot to weird me out.

[Guest Askewniverse]

I've never seen good will hunting, any good?

You mean that fuckin' movie with Mork from Ork in it?

[Guest godthedog]

I'm hoping to go to Berkeley or UCLA. Right now I have a 4.27, but GREs are still left to be taken.

what is that on a traditional 4 point scale?

[Guest Choken One]

A pretty damn good movie...

eh, pretty good. didn't deserve half the buzz it got, and it certainly didn't deserve 2 oscars.

It DID have the best song that year though...

 

And the writing was pretty solid for a couple 20 year olds but how hard is it to write down what was pretty much a lifestory...

 

Let's see Ben and Matt write A broadway play about Horses or something

[Guest DrainYou42]

At Havoc 94 Flair walks by Bischoff and Brain was holding up 4 fingers.

Hogan walks by after Flair has entered the cage.

 

Bischoff: "When Flair walked by he held up 4 fingers. That was

the sign of the 4 Horsemen"

 

Brain: "When Hogan walked by I held up one finger"

[Guest Choken One]

i was weirded out by 'ripley'. and it takes a lot to weird me out.

I was just bored most of the time when Damon wasn't on the screen...God...Platrow and Jude Law fucking sucked

 

And yet Sophiscated Hollywood creams for them...

[Guest godthedog]

A pretty damn good movie...

eh, pretty good. didn't deserve half the buzz it got, and it certainly didn't deserve 2 oscars.

It DID have the best song that year though...

 

And the writing was pretty solid for a couple 20 year olds but how hard is it to write down what was pretty much a lifestory...

 

Let's see Ben and Matt write A broadway play about Horses or something

the writing was hammy and cliched. it had some good monologues, but the whole script was basically a contrivance to get those good monologues in. i've written more original.

[Lil' Bitch 0]

Let's see Ben and Matt write A broadway play about Horses or something

 

Dear God at the thought of Matt Damon making the Broadway version of the Horse Whisperer...