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.

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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.

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.