SEAN: You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea of what you're talkin' about.
You're just a kid, you don't know what you're talking about.
SEAN: So, if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny of Every art book ever written. Michelangelo. You know a lot about him: life's work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at the beautiful ceiling, seen that.
So if I asked you about art, you might Will bring up the superficial rhetoric in art books, you know a lot about Michelangelo, his political ambitions, him and the Pope... sexuality, all the work, right? So I bet you can't tell the smell of the Sistine Chapel, you've never actually stood there and looked up at its beautiful ceiling.
SEAN: If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what if feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid.
If you ask a woman, you'll probably say the fallacy of personal preference, you've probably been in bed a few times, but you can't tell what it's like to wake up next to a woman, then It is the taste of true happiness.
And I ask you about war,you'd probably,uh,throw Shakespeare at me,right?"once more unto the breach,dear friends..."But you've never bee near one.You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, and watched him gasp his last breath, lookin' to your for help.
If you were asked about war, you'd probably throw a Shakespeare quote: "Let's go to war, dear friend..." Never been close to a war, never held a friend's head on his lap and watched him let out his last breath.
I ask you about love, you'll probably quote me s sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable, known someone that could level you with her eyes, feelin' like God put and 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 anyghin, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sittin'up in a 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 that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.
If you were asked about love, you would quote a sonnet, but you were never vulnerable by seeing a woman, knowing that there is someone who can knock you down with both eyes, she is the angel God made for you, and she can save her from hell You, you don't understand what it's like to be her angel, to have love for her forever. Going through it all, going through cancer. You can't understand sleeping in the hospital for two months, because the doctor will know as soon as they see you that the rules of the reception time are not valid for you. You don't understand true loss, because that's only when you love others more than yourself.
I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I 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 possible understand the depths of you.But you presume to know everything about me,because you saw a painting of mine.You ripped my fuckin'life apart.You're an orphan,right?Do 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 wanna talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fasci ated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say.
But I doubt you would dare to love someone like that. Looking at you, I don't see smart and confident, I see frightened arrogant children, but you are a genius, no one can deny, no one can understand your depth, but you look at my paintings and identify me, you Ripped my life apart. You are a child, right? Do you think I will know how hard your life is, how you feel, who you are, because I have seen Orphan Tears? Does that simplify you? I don't care because you know what? I can't get to know you by any book unless you talk about yourself and who you are, then I'm hooked, and I'd like to join, but you don't want to, right? You are afraid of what you might say.
2. About imperfections
SEAN: Oh, Christ. But, Will, she's been dead two years, and that's the shit I remember. It's wonderful stuff, you know? Little things like that. Ah, but, those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncracies that only I knew about. That's what made her my wife. Oh, and she had the goods on me too. She knew all my little peccadilloes. People call these things imperfections. But they're not. Ah...that's the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let our weird worlds. You're not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense. This girl you met, she isn't perfect either. But the question is whether or not you're perfect for each other. That's the whole deal. That's what intimacy is all about. Now, you can know everything in the world, sport, but the only way you're findin' out that one is by givin' it a shot.You certainly won't learn it from an old fucker like me. Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell a pissant like you.
My wife had a problem when she was alive, she would fart when she was nervous. One night my wife farted and woke up all the dogs in the house. Then she woke up and turned back and asked me, "Is that you?" I said, "Yes, honey, it's me."
"Yes. , and she always thought it was me. Gosh, she died two years ago, and that's what I remember. Little things like that are amazing, those are the things I miss the most, the little things that made her my wife. She Also know all my little flaws, people call it imperfect. It's not, that's the good thing, to be able to choose who to let into our world. You're not perfect, and I don't want to make you sick, and so are the girls you know It's not perfect, the question is whether you're a perfect fit. That's what intimacy is all about, you can know about the world, but the way to find out is to try. You can't learn from me, a bad old man, even if I knew Tell you." 3.About
Friend
CHUCKIE: Let me tell you what I do know.Every day I come by to pick you up,and we go out drinkin'or whatever and we have a few laughs.But you know what the best part of my day is? The ten seconds before I knock on the door'cause I let myself think I might get there, and you'd be gone. I'd knock on the door and you wouldn't be there. You just left.
CHUCKIE (cont'd): Now, I don't know much. But I know that.
I tell you what I know. I pick you up at your house every day and we go out drinking and laughing, that's great. But the best moment of my day, it's only ten seconds, from the parking lot to your door, and every time I knock, I wish you were gone. Don't say goodbye, nothing, you just leave.
I don't know much, but I know it well.
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