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 aw...
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 u...
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: 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!
George: It's not my back that's killing me.
George: Sam, if you were a house, this is where you would want to be built. On rock, facing the sea, listening.
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 cours...
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.
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: So this whole thing, this whole Summer having me here was for your sake. You selfish fuck! 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, congra...
Sam: I like how it feels to not feel. George: I know the feeling.
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.
Robin: What kind of mother can't stand her own son?
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.
