Chuckie: Better than this shit. It's a way outta' here.
Will: What do I want a way out of here for? I mean, I'm gonna fuckin' live here the rest of my life You know, we'll be neighbors, you know, we'll have little kids fuckin' take 'em to little league together up at Foley Field.
Chuckie: Look, you're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way. In twenty years if you're still livin' here, comin' over to my house to watch the Patriots games, still workin' construction, I'll fuckin' kill you. That's not a threat. Now that's a fact. I'll fuckin' kill you.
Will: What the fuck are you talkin' about?
Chuckie: Look. You got somethin' none of us--
Will:Oh come on. Why is it always this, I mean, I fuckin' owe it to myself to do this... why if I don't want to.
Chuckie: All right. No. No NO. Fuck you. You don't owe it to yourself. You owe it to me. Cus' tommorow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be fifty. And I'll still be doin' this shit. And that's all right, that's fine. I mean, you're sitting on a winnin' lottery ticket. And you're to much of a pussy to cash it in. And that's bullshit. Cus' I'd to fuckin' anything to have what you got. So would any of these fuckin' guys. It'd be an insult to us if you're still here in twenty years. Hanging around here is wase of your time.
Will: You don't know that.
Chuckie: Oh, I don't now that. Let me tell you what I do know. Everyday I come by your house and I pick you up. And we go out, we have a few drinks, and a few laughs, and it's great. But you know what the best part of my day is? It's for about ten seconds from when I pull up to the curb to when I get to your door. Because I think maybe I'll get there and I'll knock on the door and you won't be there. No goodbye, no see you later, no nothin' Just left. I don't know much but I know that.