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Life As A House
Life As A House
Life As A House
GEORGE
Everything about you is my business.
What you smoke, what you swallow, what
you sniff, it's all my business.
Sam slams his fists against his own chest, maddened.
SAM
I've been using since I was twelve!
You're all so unbelievably stupid. You
didn't give a shit about anything I did
until now!
GEORGE
I'll apologize for everything but
today...Today I give a shit.
SAM
You're too fucking late.
GEORGE
The gloves on the table are for you.
SAM
You can't make me do a thing.
GEORGE
Sit down for a second.
No.
SAM
Sam hops up
mad.
SAM (CONT'D)
I'll call the cops if you touch me again!
George sets Sam back onto the bed, not so gently this
time.
SAM
I was holding for someone.
even mine.
That wasn't
GEORGE
The game was to make me smaller than he
was. No matter what. He could be almost
invisible as a human being, but I had to
be smaller. So if I got good grades, I
was a pussy for not playing football. If
I cut my hair for him, it wasn't short
enough. If I shaved it, I looked like a
psycho. I never won the game. Not once.
And if he couldn't make me smaller with
words...
Tears well in George's eyes.
what
He