Those little imperfections

I keep thinking about this particular scene from “Good Will Hunting” (which I just saw last Saturday. Yeah. I’m hip like that.)

I liked this especially because it was a monolog written by men, and delivered by a man. I like to think that that means that more than those three men might actually think this way, as opposed to something they wrote because they thought “chicks will dig it.”

SEAN
       My wife's been dead two years, Will.
       And when I think about her, those
       are the things I think about most.
       Little idiosyncrasies that only I
       knew about. Those made her my wife.
       And she had the goods on me too.
       Little things I do out of habit.
       People call these things imperfections
       Will. It's just who we are. And we
       get to choose who we're going to let
       into out weird little worlds. You're
       not perfect. And let me save you the
       suspense, this girl you met isn't
       either. The question is, whether or
       not you're perfect for each other.
       You can know everything in the world,
       but the only way you're findin' that
       one out is by giving it a shot.