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 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.