Life as a House2001

Sam:
What's 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:
You're 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 you're dying. And you told mom today. F*** you, ok f*** you. 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 f***. 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 f***ing pulled it off.