Antwone Fisher, a young navy man, is forced to see a psychiatrist after a violent outburst against a fellow crewman. During the course of treatment a painful past is revealed and a new hope begins.

Antwone Fisher: It don't matter what you tried to do, you couldn't destroy me! I'm still standing! I'm still strong! And I always will be.
Jerome Davenport: "Who will cry for the little boy, lost and all alone / Who will cry for the little boy, abandoned without his own"
Antwone Fisher: "Who will cry for the little boy, he cried himself to sleep / Who will cry for the little boy, who never had it for keeps / Who will cry for the little boy, who walked on burning sands / Who will cry for the little boy, the boy inside a man / Who will cry for the little boy, who knew well hurt and pain / Who will cry for the little boy, who died and died again / Who will cry for the little boy, a good boy he tried to be / Who will cry for the little boy, who cries inside of me"
Jerome Davenport: Who will cry for the little boy Antwoine?
Antwone Fisher: I will, I always do.
Jerome Davenport: "Regard without ill-will despite an offense." That's Webster's definition of forgiveness.
Antwone Fisher: Why do I have to forgive?
Jerome Davenport: So you can get on with your life.
Jerome Davenport: Where'd you spend your childhood?
Antwone Fisher: Cleveland.
Jerome Davenport: Parents still live there?
Antwone Fisher: I never had any parents.
Jerome Davenport: They deceased?
Antwone Fisher: I never - I never had parents.
Jerome Davenport: That would make you a medical miracle, Seaman Fisher. Where you from?
Antwone Fisher: I'm from under a rock.
[pause]
Jerome Davenport: Okay!
[Antwone's all-purpose conversation starter]
Antwone Fisher: I could eat.
[last lines]
Jerome Davenport: Are you hungry, sailor?
Antwone Fisher: I could eat, sir.