L'Etat du monde en une citation

Oui, ça n'a rien à faire, mais je ne posterai pas ailleurs qu'où j'ai
mes bons copains.

Voici une citation tirée de Good Will Hunting, un film qui date de
1997, mais qui n'en est pas moins actuel. On la retrouve partout sur
le net, alors elle doit être assez connue, mais je ne l'avais pas lue.
Il doit y en avoir d'autres dans mon cas. Le sens? Trop gros, passera pas!

Mise en situation: La NSA veut embaucher Will Hunting, un brillant
mathématicien, pour faire du décodage.

Vocabulaire:

/ancillary/: AUXILIARY, SUPPLEMENTARY

/blue plate special/: a specially priced main course as of meat and
vegetables listed as an item on a menu, especially in an expensive
restaurant

/scrod/: a young fish (as a cod or haddock); especially one split and
boned for cooking


«Will: «Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but
I'll give it a shot.

Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something
nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it.
And I'm real happy with myself, *'cause I did my job well*. But maybe
that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the
Middle East.

Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels
were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get
killed.

Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the
area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there,
gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called,
'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some
guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass.

And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got
exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the
shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen
cents a day and no bathroom breaks.

Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over
there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a
good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare
up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary
benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon.

And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back,
and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who
likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it
ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea
life in the North Atlantic.

So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to
walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass
is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause
every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special
they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State(1).

(1) Motor oil, from the oil spill, of course :) GP

So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better.
Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and 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 could be elected president.»

Tout le scénario, avant le tournage:

http://www.un-official.com/GWH/GoodWillS.html

GP