[In a flashback, Matt and Stick are on a park bench, eating ice cream]
So what kind of training is this?
Stick
You like ice cream?
Stick
Then shut up and eat it. I'll ask the questions. First thing you gotta understand is nobody feels sorry for you and nobody ever will. 'Cause when it comes to being born lucky you won the friggin' lottery.
Stick
[Smacks him with his cane] What did I say about questions?
Stick
Good. How old were you when you got blinded?
Stick
Nine? So you had nine whole years of looking at movies, blue skies, up girlies' skirts that I never had. I was born blind. You don't hear me whining about it, do you?
Stick
So, you're nine years old, walking along, minding your own business and whammo! Get hit by a truck, killed dead on the spot.
Stick
You lived? Praise God, it's a miracle. So you survive the truck and get this chemical shit in your eyes. What next?
Stick
What kind of things?
Everything. Coughs and fights and cats meowing. Sometimes blocks away. I can sense things. I know where things are and when they move. But I can't see.
Stick
You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve.
I never thought of it that way.
Stick
Well, that's because you're stupid.
I'm not stupid, I'm smart.
Stick
Because you taught yourself how to run your little fingers over the bumps and read Braille? Smart don't come out of books, kid. Smart is making the right decision at the right time. Like now. What's it gonna be, Matty? You gonna spend your life crying and rocking yourself to sleep at night? Or are you gonna dig deep and find out what it takes to reshuffle those cards life dealt you? Your call.
No one's bought me ice cream since my dad died.
Stick
What's it taste like?
Stick
[scoffs] Everybody can taste vanilla. Pay a little more attention, use those gifts. You know what you got? [sniffs] Sugar grains, vanilla bean, milk from three different dairies from two states... [licks] ugh... batch of chemicals straight off the periodic tables and... [sniffs] dirt off the guy's hand that served it to you. He spent his morning gardening. Whole world around you, Matty, and it is friggin' huge. And all you need... are the guts to let it in. Try. That dog, what's his story?
He's hungry... his stomach's growling... and he's dying to eat the hot dogs that guy's carrying just upwind of him.
Stick
Not bad. What about the girl?
Her skin's... Her skin's too hot. Her heart's beating fast. Is she sick?
Stick
Worse. She's in love. And the old man?
Stick
And there's nothing you can do about it. Big world, not all of it flowers and sunshine. And the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go.
Stick
Was it worth it?
Stick
Loving her.
You taught me to cut all my ties to humanity... to other people. I had only a few moments with her... amidst all the... noise, chaos, and the violence. We were together only for moments. That was all. Orchids. She likes orchids. And, yeah, Stick... it was worth it.
Stick
Matt, you are the toughest son of a bitch I have ever met. Let's go home.