Good Will Hunting stunk

It's been sixteen years since I've seen Good Will Hunting. I found it rather disgusting.

I just read a thing on the internet that said that Matt Damon's thing in Saving Private Ryan where he blathers unnecessarily about his dead brother was improvised, which was pretty obvious since it sounded just like the crap in Good Will Hunting.

And you know the scene where Matt Damon says to the snooty college boy, "Do you like apples? Do you like apples? Well I got her number. How do you like them apples?" That annoyed me because, what if the guy didn't like apples?

Here's some more of that Oscar-winning dialog:

"Oh, fuck you and your Irish curse, Chuckie. Like I'd waste my energy spreading my legs for that Tootsie Roll dick? So go home and give it a tug yourself."

"And why does he hang out with those retarded gorillas, as you called them? Because any one of them, if he asked them to, would take a fucking bat to your head, okay? It's called loyalty."

And:

"Morgan! If you're watching pornos in my mom's room again, I'm gonna give you a fucking beating!"

"What's up fellas?"

"Morgan, why don't you jerk off in your own fucking house. Man, that's fucking filthy."

"I ain't got a VCR in my house."

"Aw, c'mon, not on my glove."

"I didn't use the glove."

"That's my Little League glove."

"What do you want me to do?

"I mean, what's wrong with you? You'll hump a baseball glove?

"I was just using it for clean-up."

"Stop jerking off in my mother's room!"