Sam: Why can’t you all just die and leave me alone?
George: Sam, if you were a house, this is where you would want to be built. On a rock, over-looking the sea.
George: I put a gun to my father’s head once. Ever think like that? He was passed out. Had just been yelling at my mom over nothing. Under-cooked meat. I went to my room, I held the barrel right up to his ear, and then I chickened out again. Of course it was a BB gun but still it would have hurt like hell.
George: Change can be so constant, you don’t even feel the difference until there is one.
Sam: I think there has to be a door between where you cook and where you crap. Even in the bush – tribal people, you know, they have a place for both. Probably it’s like a law. God! It’s probably in the Bible. It’s at least a building code violation.
Alyssa: Look, I thought I was helping you.
Sam: It would help me if I could kiss you.
Alyssa: No. Look, I thought we were just friends.
Sam: Well, what you think you know doesn’t necessarily have much to do with reality. I mean I hope I’m not the first one to tell you this.
George: Take that thumbtack out of your chin.
George: It bugs me!
Sam: You snore at night. That really bugs me. Can I take you out?
Sam: You knew you were dying from the start?
George: We’re all dying from the start. I just got moved to the head of the line.
Sam: Do you have any idea what its like to jack off in an armoire?
Sam: How do you become something you’re not?
George: What do you want to become?
Sam: What I’m not.
George: What are you now?
Sam: I’m nothing.
George: That’s not true.
Robin: What kind of mother can’t stand her own son?
George: You’ve worn out your welcome at this house, Sam. This may very well be the worst summer of your life but you’ve earned it.
Sam: I’m not even listening.
Sam: Why don’t you just go and beg some money off my Dad, so you can move into some place decent, with a real kitchen and a real bathroom.
George: I’d rather sell my nuts to a castrati.
George: Do I still love you? Absolutely. There is not a doubt in my mind. Through all my mind, my ego… I was always faithful in my love for you. That I made you doubt it, that is the great mistake of a life full of mistakes. The truth doesn’t set us free, Robin. I can tell you I love you as many times as you can stand to hear it and all that does, the only thing, is remind us that love is not enough. Not even close.