Go get in the truck. Go fuck yourself! Listen to me... Listen! I want that thing out of...

George: [Sternly] Go get in the truck. Sam: Go fuck yourself! George: Listen to me... Listen! I want that thing out of your chin, okay? You got nipple rings, navel rings - those come out, too. And there's no makeup at my house. No glue sniffing, no huffing, no pills, no grass. You've worn out your welcome at this house, Sam. This may well be the worst summer of your entire life, but you've earned it. Now go pick up the suitcase, get in the truck, now! Sam: I'll hate you for the rest of my life. George: Well, you can't even begin to know how much I hate my father. Think of it as a family tradition!

YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU WANT. GO GET IN THE TRUCK. Sam: THEN GO FUCK YOURSELF! SAM. SAM. LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN! I WANT THAT THING OUT OF YOUR CHIN, OK? IF YOU GOT NIPPLE RINGS AND NAVEL RINGS, THOSE COME OUT, TOO, AND THERE'S NO MAKEUP IN MY HOUSE. NO GLUE SNIFFING, HUFFING, NO PILLS, NO GRASS. YOU'VE WORN OUT YOUR WELCOME AT THIS HOUSE, SAM. THIS MAY WELL BE THE WORST SUMMER OF YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, BUT YOU'VE EARNED IT. NOW, GO PICK UP THE SUITCASE, AND GET IN THE TRUCK NOW. I'LL HATE YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. BOY, YOU CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE MY FATHER. THINK OF IT AS A FAMILY TRADITION. YOU LIKE GARLIC? YOU LIKE GARLIC BREAD? DO YOU LIKE GARLIC BREAD? THINKING OF JUMPING? PUSHING. WELL, DON'T JUMP TILL YOU HEAR THE WAVE CRASH AGAINST THE CLIFF. THE WATER'LL TAKE YOU OUT. LET IT. FIRST TIME I DID IT,