Whats wrong with your back? Do you have to have surgery on it or what? Because those pills...

Sam: Whats 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: Your 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 your dying. And you told mom today. Sam: fuck you, ok fuck you. Sam: 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 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,congratulations... Because you fucking pulled it off.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR BACK? I MEAN, DO YOU HAVE TO HAVE SURGERY ON IT OR WHAT? BECAUSE THOSE PILLS THAT YOU'RE TAKING ARE FOR A LOT OF PAIN... AND YOU SEEM TO BE GOING THROUGH 'EM PRETTY QUICK, THAT'S ALL. YOU'RE NOT STILL TAKING ANY, ARE YOU? NO. NO, BUT I COUNT THEM. IN A SOCK ISN'T EXACTLY NEW, YOU KNOW. I'M HAVING A PROBLEM WITH CANCER. I DON'T, UM-- I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. WHAT KIND OF A PROBLEM? THE KIND WHERE THERE ISN'T ANY ANSWER. I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS. SAM, I WANTED US TO-- GOD, YOU KNOW, SPEND A FEW MONTHS TOGETHER... HERE. SOMETIMES THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON. YOU KNOW, SOMETHING BAD TO FORCE SOMETHING GOOD. SO, YOU'RE DYING. AND YOU TOLD MOM TODAY. [WHISPERING] Fuck you...OK? FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! YOU KNEW YOU WERE DYING FROM THE START? WE'RE ALL DYING FROM THE START. I JUST GOT MOVED TO THE HEAD OF THE LINE. BUT YOU LIED TO ME. I WOULD HAVE LIED TO MYSELF IF I THOUGHT I'D BELIEVE IT. 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? NO, SAM. I WASN'T TRYING TO GET YOU TO LIKE ME. I WAS TRYING TO GET YOU TO LOVE ME. WELL, CONGRATULATIONS... 'CAUSE YOU FUCKING PULLED IT OFF! YEAH. HI, IS ALYSSA HOME? IT'S REALLY LATE. WHAT'S THE MATTER, SAM? NOTHING. MY DAD'S DYING.