Tom: [trying to find out if Will is one of their janitors, irritated that the janitor is being unhelpful] This is Professor Lambeau!
Head Janitor: [taking Tom's remark as snobbery, he motions to his assistant] And this is Professor Hays.
Lambeau: Yeah, you were smarter than me then, and you're smarter than me now. So, don't blame me for how your life turned out.
Sean: I don't blame you! It's not about you, you mathematical dick! It's about the boy! He's a good kid! And I won't see you fuck him up like you're trying to fuck up me right now! I won't let you make feel like a failure too!
Sean: [during a therapy session] You'd probably be better off shoving that cigarette up your ass, that'd probably be healthier for you
Will: Yeah, I know it really gets in my way of my yoga
Sean: You work out?
Will: Yeah, free weights you?
Sean: Yeah, big time
Will: What'd you bench?
Sean: Two eighty five, what'd you bench?
Will: You dropped a hundred-and-fifty grand on a fuckin' education you coulda got for a dollar-fifty in late charges at the public library.
Sean: [at his first therapy session] Do you like books?
Will: Yeah.
Sean: [points to wall] Did you read any of these books?
Will: I don't know.
Sean: [points to shelf] How about any of these books?
Will: Probably not.
Sean: What about the
ones on the top shelf? You read those?
Will: [looks] Yeah, I read those.
Sean: Good for you. What do you think about 'em?
Will: Hey, I'm not here for a fuckin' book report. They're your books. Why don't you read them?
Sean: I did. I had to.
Will: Must've taken you a long time.
Sean: Yeah, it did.
Will: [during a therapy session] Do you find it hard to hide the fact that you're gay?
Henry Lipkin: [stammers] What are... talking... about... What?
Will: Look, buddy, a few seconds ago you were ready to give *me* a jump!
Henry Lipkin: [feeling somewhat insulted] A jump? I... I'm terribly sorry... I...
Will: Hey, I don't have a problem with it. I don't care if you putt from the rough!
Will: There is a lengthy legal precedent going back to 1789 whereby a defendant can claim self-defense against an agent of the government if that act is deemed a defense against tyranny a defense of liberty, Henry Ward Beecher wrote in the Plymouth Pulpit 1887 and I quote...
Prosecutor: 1887, this is the 20th century, Your Honor, he's going to make a
mockery of the court
Will: Excuse me, I'm afforded the right to speak in my own defense by The Constitution of the United States this is the same document which guarantees my liberty, and liberty in case you've forgotten, is a soul's right to breathe. And when I cannot take a long breath, laws are girdled too tight
Judge George H. Malone: Son, my
turn. I've be sitting here for ten minutes now, looking over this rap sheet of yours and I just can't believe it. June 93 assault, September 93 assault, grand theft auto February of 94, where apparently you defended yourself and had the case thrown out by citing Free Property Rights of Horse and Carriage 1798. Joke. January 95 impersonating an officer, mayhem, theft, resisting. All overturned. I'm
also aware you've been through several foster homes. The state removed you from three because of serious physical abuse
Sean: I knew you before you were a mathematical god, when you were pimple-faced and homesick and didn't know what side of the bed to piss on!
Lambeau: Yeah, you were smarter than me then and you're smarter than me now. So don't blame me for how your life turned out. It's not my fault.
Sean: There's honor, ya know, in taking that 40-minute so those college kids could come in the morning, and their floors are clean and their wastebaskets are empty. That's real work.
Will: That's right.
Sean: Right, and that's honorable. Sure, that's why you took that job. I mean, for the 'honor' of it.
Hypnotist: You don't have to be nervous, Will.
Will: We start dancin and dancin... It's just beautiful cause we
[begins singing]
Will: can make a lotta love before the sun goes down. Skyrockets in flight. Afternoon delight... -a-a-afternoon delight. Skyrockets in flight. Da-da-da-da... -a-a-afternoon delight!