Life as a House
2001
George: It's not my back that's killing me.
George: Sam, if you were a house, you would want to be built on 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.
Sam: Thank you for talking about me behind my back - that'll be useful in court.
George: Change can be so constant, you don't even feel the difference until there is one.
George: Hindsight. It's like foresight without a future.
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.
Robin: Oh, I dreamed about your house last night. George: Finished or unfinished? Robin: It was perfect George. Amazing George: Didn't you once dream that you could lick people well?
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. Sam: Why? 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: So what were you trying to do? Trying to get me to like you? George: No, Sam, I wasn't trying to get you to like me. I was trying to get you to love me. Sam: Well, congratulations, you fucking pulled it off!
Sam: I've been using since I was 12! You're also unbelievably stupid, you know that? You didn't give a shit about anything I did up until now! George: Well, I'll apologize for everything but today! Today I give a shit!
Sam: I like how it feels to not feel. George: I know the feeling.
George: I'm having a problem with cancer Sam: I don't know what that means. What kind of a problem? George: The kind where there is no answer Sam: I still don't know what that means
Colleen: I'd be more comfortable if he slept in the guest room. Alyssa: Well I'd be more comfortable if you hadn't slept with Josh. George would be more comfortable if he wasn't dying.
(Alyssa has just kissed George) George: Why did you do that? Alyssa: When you were dating my mom you seemed like a really good kisser. Oh god, she'd die if she found out. George: Let's shut up and let her live.
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: Build this house with me.
George: I have hated this house from the moment my father put it in my name. Imagine, 29 years of hating what you're living in, hating what you *are*. This is the end of it, Sam. I'm finally building something of my own. Something I can be proud to give you. Sam: Don't. I don't want it. George: Fine. You can do what you want with it. All I want you to remember is that we built a house together. Sam: You didn't build shit. You're just tearing your father down. George: That's right. It feels good.
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.
George: I always thought of myself as a house. I was always what I lived in. It didn't need to be big. It didn't even need to be beautiful. It just needed to be mine. I became what I was meant to be. I built myself a life. I built myself a house.
George: (to Robin) I can tell you I love you as many times as you can stand to hear it, but all it does is remind us that love is not enough.
Sam: (whispering) 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: You're the most beautiful woman I have ever known. Robin: What? George: Not just physically. Even your anger's perfect.
George: Tell them how you made me fall in love with you. Robin: I smiled at him. George: Watch out for the smile boys.
Sam: Why can't you all just die and leave me alone?
Adam Kimball: Sam! We're almost done.
Adam Kimball: Can I hate you too?