I'm not even listening

George:
My dad used to play this game... I never really understood what it was until after he was gone... Sam:
I was holding for somebody else; it wasn't even mine! George:
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 that i-if I got good grades in school, then I was a pussy for not playing football, or-Or 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, never! And if he couldn't... make me smaller with words... Sam:
...I'll have to pay him back. George:
Sam... I won't ever hit you. Ever. I don't want you Smaller. I want you to be happy and you're not. Not here with me, not home with your mother, not alone, not anywhere. You're what I was most of my life, Sam. I see it in your eyes, in your sleep, in your answer to everything! You're barely alive! Sam:
[whispers]
I'm not even listening