WILL
What do I want a way outta here for?
I mean, I'm gonna fuckin' live here the rest of my life.
You know, be neighbors.
You know, we have little kids.
Fuckin' take them to Little league together up Foley Field.
CHUCKIE
Look, you're my best friend,
so don't take this the wrong way.
But in 20 years if you still living here,
comin' over to my house to watch Patriots' games.
Still working construction, I'll fucking kill you.
That's not a threat.
WILL
What?
CHUCKIE
That's a fact.
I'll fucking kill you.
WILL
What the fuck are you talking about?
CHUCKIE
Look, you got something none of us have.
WILL
Oh, come on!Why is it always this?
I fuckin' owe it to myself to do this or that.
What if I don't want to?
CHUCKIE
No,no,no,no.Fuck you.
You owe it to yourself.
You owe it to me.
Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be fifty,
and I'll still be doing this shit.
That's all right. That's fine.
I mean, you're sitting on a winning lottery ticket.
You're too much of a pussy to cash it in.
And that's bullshit.
'Cause I'd do fuckin' anything to have what you got.
So would any of these fuckin' guys.
Be a insult to us if you're still here in twenty years.
Hanging around here is a fuckin' waste of your time.
WILL
You don't know that.
CHUCKIE
I don't?
WILL
No, you don't know that.
CHUCKIE
Oh, I don't know that.
Let me tell you what I do know.
Every day I come by your house,
and I pick you up.
We go out and have a few drinks and few laughs,
and it's great.
You know what the best part of my day is?
It's for about ten seconds,
from when I pull up to the curb and when I get to your door.
'Cause I think maybe I'll get up there and I'll knock on the door and you won't be there.
No 'goodbye', no 'see you later', no nothing. You just left.
I don't know much, but I know that.