Life as a House

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 trying to do? Trying to get me to like you?

George:
No, I was trying to get you to love me.

Sam:
Well congratulations, you f***ing 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 sh*t about anything I did up until now!

George:
Well, I'll apologize for everything but today! Today I give a sh*t!

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.

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.

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.

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?

George:
Just how far out that window did you have to stick your head to be able to see my dick?

George:
You know the great thing, though, is that change can be so constant you don't even feel the difference until there is one. It can be so slow that you don't even notice that your life is better or worse, until it is. Or it can just blow you away, make you something different in an instant. It happened to me.

Robin:
Oh, I dreamed about your house last night.

George:
Finished or unfinished?

Robin:
No, it was perfect George. Amazing. And so real.

George:
Didn't you once dream that you could lick people well?

Robin:
That was a dream about Sam.

George:
Oh yeah, his ear infection.

Robin:
My tongue around the edge of his ear is what cured him.

George:
You think you could go in there and lick his attitude?

Robin:
The antibiotics were not working and that is what I believe, George. I have a few hours before I have to pick up the boys, where will I be most useful?

George:
Your hands or your tongue?

Robin:
You're not well.

Sam:
I'll hate you for the rest of my life.

George:
You can't begin to imagine how much I hated my father. Think of it as a family tradition.

George:
I have hated this house, from the moment my father put it in my name. Twenty-five years of hating what you live in, of hating what you are! This is the end of it Sam. I can finally build 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 whatever you want with it. All I want is for you to remember that we built a house together.

Sam:
We haven't built sh*t. You're just tearing your father down.

George:
Try it, feels good.

Sam:
What's wrong with your back? Do you have to have surgery on it or what? Because those pills you are taking are for a lot of pain. And you seem to be going though them pretty quick, that's all.

George:
You're not still taking any, are you?

Sam:
No. But I count them. In a sock isn't exactly new, you know.

George:
I'm having a problem with cancer.

Sam:
I don't know what that means. What kind of problem?

George:
The kind where there isn't any answer.

Sam:
I still don't know what it means.

George:
Sam I wanted us to... You know, spend a few months together. Here. Sometimes things happen for a reason. Something bad to force something good.

Sam:
So you're dying. And you told mom today. F*** you, ok f*** you. You knew you were dying from the start?

George:
We're all dying from the start. I just got pushed to the head of the line.

Sam:
But you lied to me.

George:
I would've lied to myself if I thought I'd believe it.

Sam:
So this whole thing... this whole summer, having me here, was for your sake. You selfish f***. Having me here 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... Because you f***ing pulled it off.

Sam:
I took some of your Vicatin.

George:
I know. Why?

Sam:
I like how it feels to not feel.

George:
I know the feeling.

Sam:
How do you become something that you're not?

George:
What would you like to be?

Sam:
What I'm not.

George:
What are you now?

Sam:
I'm nothing.

George:
That's not true.

Sam:
You see, that's the thing though is that I am what I say I am.

George:
I gave up on you.

Sam:
No, no if you'd given up on me I'd be in Tahoe right now.

George:
And what would you be doing there right now?

Sam:
Getting high, I guess.

George:
If I asked you to stop, would you?

Sam:
I haven't used anything in two days. I'm trying.

George:
I'm proud of you.

Sam:
Yeah, well don't be. And hide that new Daily...whatever that new drug is you have. I like it.

George:
I held I gun up to my father’s head once. You ever think like that? He had just been yelling at my mom over, nothing, undercooked 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 it still would’ve hurt like hell.

Sam:
(takes of headphones) Are you talking?

George:
I was just thinking about my mom. She wouldn't leave my dad. I remember one time she made dinner for us wearing sunglasses. Remind you it was dark outside, and in. And nobody said a thing about it.

Sam:
Why wouldn't she just leave?

George:
I think she was terrified to live with him but maybe even more terrified of life without him.

Sam:
I would've killed him.

George:
It would have been so much better if you had. Maybe then he wouldn’t have driven drunk, killed my mom in a car crash, other women in the car. Hurt a little girl in the back seat too. You would’ve liked your grandma, she was pretty cool. I still think about that little girl, they couldn’t find her father and her mother was dead.

Sam:
Do you ever wish you'd have done it?

George:
What, killed my dad?

Sam:
(Nods)

George:
I loved him too much.

Sam:
That's weird.

George:
Yeah, I guess it is.

Robin:
You sure this is what you wanna do?

Sam:
Yes. This is what he wanted.

Robin:
I read the letter, you read the will. He wanted you to keep it and live in it someday.

Sam:
Alright, maybe it's not what he wanted but it's what he was hoping for. Maybe it's what I want.

George Monroe:
Twenty-five years ago, my father crossed a double line. Changed my life, and the life of a little girl forever for that mistake. I just cant's stop thinking about her. With every crash of every wave I hear something now. I never listened before. I'm on the edge of a cliff, listening. Almost finished. If you were a house Sam, this is where you'd want to be build. On rock, facing the sea, listening, listening.

George Monroe:
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.

George Monroe:
The game was to make me smaller than he was; smaller always smaller. No matter what. He could be almost invisible as a human being, but I still had to be smaller. So if I got good grades in school then I was a p*ssy for not playing football. If I cut my hair for him it was never short enough, or if I shaved my head then I looked like a psycho. I never won the game, ever. And if he couldn't make me smaller with words...

Sam Monroe:
I think there has to be a door between where you eat and where you crap.