..N.S.A. Officer: The way I see it the question isn’t "why should
you work for the N.S.A.?"
The question is: “why shouldn’t you?”
Will Hunting: Why shouldn’t I work for the N.S.A.? That’s
a tough one, but I’ll take a shot.
Say I’m working at the N.S.A. And someone puts a code on my desk.
Something that no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it, and maybe
I break it. And I am really happy with myself because I did my job well.
But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa
or Middle East. Once they have that location they bomb the village
where the rebel are hiding. Fifteen hundred people that I never met,
never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are saying,
“send in the marines to secure the area,” cause they don’t give a shit.
It won’t be their kid over there getting shot. Just like it wasn’t
them when their number got called, ‘cause they were on tour in the national
guard. It will be some kid from southie taking shrapnel in the ass.
He comes back to find the plant he worked at just got exported to the country
he just got back from. And the guy that put the shrapnel in his ass
got his old job cause he will work for fifteen cents a day with no bathroom
breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in
the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us
oil at a good price. Of course the oil companies used a little skirmish
over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute ancillary benefit
for them but it ain’t helping my buddy at $2.50 a gallon. They are
taking their sweet time bring the oil back, of course. Maybe they
even take the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper, who likes to drink
martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs. It ain’t too
long until he hits one, spills the oil… and kills all the sea life in the
North Atlantic. So now my buddy is out of work, he can’t afford to
drive, so he is walking to the fuckin’ job interviews which sucks because
the shrapnel up his ass is giving him chronic hemorrhoids. Meanwhile,
he is starving cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only
blue plate special they are serving is North Atlantic scrod with quaker
state. So what do I think? I’m holding out for something better.
I figure, fuck it. While I am at it why not just shoot my buddy,
take his job 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 can be elected president.
My rating. 4.5 stars out of 5