I have hated this house, from the moment my father put it in my name. Twenty-five years of hating what you live in, of hating what you are! This is the end of it Sam. I can finally build something of my own, something I can be proud to give you.

Don't, I don't want it.

Fine, you can do whatever you want with it. All I want is for you to remember that we built a house together.

We haven't built shit. You're just tearing your father down.

Try it, feels good.