I have hated this house from the moment my father put it in my name. Imagine, 29 years of...

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.

I HAVE HATED THIS HOUSE FROM THE MOMENT MY FATHER PUT IT IN MY NAME. 25 YEARS OF HATING WHAT YOU LIVE IN-- HATING WHAT YOU ARE! THIS IS AN END OF IT, SAM. I'M FINALLY GONNA BUILD SOMETHING OF MY OWN... SOMETHING I CAN BE PROUD TO GIVE YOU. DON'T. I DON'T WANT IT. FINE. YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH IT. ALL I WANT IS FOR YOU TO REMEMBER THAT WE BUILT A HOUSE TOGETHER. WE HAVEN'T BUILT SHIT. YOU'RE JUST TEARING YOUR FATHER DOWN. TRY IT. FEELS GOOD. George: YES! GO! George: AFTER YOU. ARGH! George: THAT'S IT. YES!