Good Will Hunting Quote
Will : So, when did you know, like, that she was the one for you?
Sean : October 21st, 1975.
Will : Jesus Christ. You know the fuckin' date?
Sean : Oh yeah. 'Cause it was Game 6 of the World Series. Biggest game in Red Sox history.
Will : Yeah, sure.
Sean : My friends and I had, you know, slept out on the sidewalk all night to get tickets.
Will : You got tickets?
Sean : Yep. Day of the game. I was sittin' in a bar, waitin' for the game to start, and in walks this girl. Oh, it was an amazing game, though. You know, bottom of the eighth, Carbo ties it up at 6-6. It went to twelve. Bottom of the twelfth, in stepped Carlton Fisk. Old Pudge. Steps up to the plate, you know, and he's got that weird stance.
Will : Yeah, yeah.
Sean : And BAM! He clocks it. High fly ball down the left field line! Thirty-five thousand people, on their feet, yellin' at the ball, but that's not because of Fisk. He's wavin' at the ball like a madman.
Will : Yeah, I've seen...
Sean : He's going, "Get over! Get over! Get OVER!" And then it HITS the foul pole. OH, he goes apeshit, and 35,000 fans, you know, they charge the field, you know?
Will : Yeah, and he's fuckin' bowlin' police out of the way!
Sean : Goin', "God! Get out of the way! Get 'em away!" Banging people...
Will : I can't fuckin' believe you had tickets to that fuckin' game!
Sean : Yeah!
Will : Did you rush the field?
Sean : [ surprised at the question ] No, I didn't rush the fuckin' field; I wasn't there.
Will : What?
Sean : No - I was in a bar havin' a drink with my future wife.
Will : You missed Pudge Fisk's
Sean : October 21st, 1975.
Will : Jesus Christ. You know the fuckin' date?
Sean : Oh yeah. 'Cause it was Game 6 of the World Series. Biggest game in Red Sox history.
Will : Yeah, sure.
Sean : My friends and I had, you know, slept out on the sidewalk all night to get tickets.
Will : You got tickets?
Sean : Yep. Day of the game. I was sittin' in a bar, waitin' for the game to start, and in walks this girl. Oh, it was an amazing game, though. You know, bottom of the eighth, Carbo ties it up at 6-6. It went to twelve. Bottom of the twelfth, in stepped Carlton Fisk. Old Pudge. Steps up to the plate, you know, and he's got that weird stance.
Will : Yeah, yeah.
Sean : And BAM! He clocks it. High fly ball down the left field line! Thirty-five thousand people, on their feet, yellin' at the ball, but that's not because of Fisk. He's wavin' at the ball like a madman.
Will : Yeah, I've seen...
Sean : He's going, "Get over! Get over! Get OVER!" And then it HITS the foul pole. OH, he goes apeshit, and 35,000 fans, you know, they charge the field, you know?
Will : Yeah, and he's fuckin' bowlin' police out of the way!
Sean : Goin', "God! Get out of the way! Get 'em away!" Banging people...
Will : I can't fuckin' believe you had tickets to that fuckin' game!
Sean : Yeah!
Will : Did you rush the field?
Sean : [ surprised at the question ] No, I didn't rush the fuckin' field; I wasn't there.
Will : What?
Sean : No - I was in a bar havin' a drink with my future wife.
Will : You missed Pudge Fisk's
Movie: Good Will Hunting
