The Art of Getting By (2011)
George Zinavoy: I read a quote once when I was a kid "We live alone, We die alone. Everything else is just an illusion." it used to keep me up at night.
George Zinavoy: I'm in love with you. I always have been. I thought you were the unfair one, but it was unfair of me not to say it. So I've said it. I was nothing. I felt like nothing. Less than. You changed that.
Sally Howe: I have fears but I thought they were pretty run-of-the-mill: pain, death.
George Zinavoy: Not me. I fear life.
Sally Howe: Do you have any friends, George ?
George Zinavoy: I'm kind of a misanthrope. Not a choice, just a fact.
Sally Howe: You know we're gonna be together one day. We have to sort through all of our messed-up issues and... you have to sleep with a lot of girls to get it out of your system.
George Zinavoy: Don't go. Please.
Sally Howe: It's a long life. We're not done.
George Zinavoy: [teasingly] Treacherous, sadistic little hussy !
Sally Howe: I love you too.
George Zinavoy: I have no idea what I'm doing here.
Dustin: I don't think anybody does, at least you admit it.
[I just feel like I'm full of shit, like I'm trying to be something that I'm not]
Sally Howe: What were you like as a child?
George Zinavoy: I was such a better person than I am now.
Sally Howe: Come on.
George Zinavoy: I'm serious. I was happy. I was open. I was curious. But I'll tell you this: I knew when it was ending. I was overwhelmed with sadness when I realized that I was going to change, and that it was all most likely going to get worse, like a nostalgia for the present. I couldn't shake it... What? I'm weird, right?
Sally Howe: No... No, you're not.
Sally Howe: Are you okay?
George Zinavoy: I'm allergic to hormones.
Sally Howe: What hormones?
George Zinavoy: My own.
Dustin: You and George should be together, Sally.
Sally Howe: We're just friends.
Dustin: There's no such thing.
Charlotte Howe: You know, ticklish people make great lovers. Everything is erogenous.
Sally Howe: Thanks for covering for me.
George Zinavoy: No problem.
Sally Howe: Why did you ?
George Zinavoy: Uhh, I don't know. Uhh, you were doing something so renegade that I thought you deserved to get away with it. I run afoul of the authorities so often, I figured I could handle it better than you.
Sally Howe: You're really weird.
Dustin: Women like being desired. Just throw her up against a wall and start kissing her. Chances are she'll kiss you back, and if she doesn't, at least you tried. You've got to do something or else you'll lose her.
Dustin: Isn't it better that it is me? I opposed to some douchebag she just met and wouldn't even let you look at her.
George Zinavoy: You want me to thank you!
Dustin: I actually felt something. That doesn't always happen, it hasn't happened in a very long time... and I have lived long enough to know that when it does, you should act on it. I didn't think you were ready.
George Zinavoy: My favorite part of the book is how the town's layout us described from the perspective of a bee traveling from one side of town to the other. It's so visual. So, I guess what Hardy's doing is aligning his point of view not with an all-seeing God but with an insect: the tiniest, humblest creature in nature. Which is pretty Romantic.
Ms. Herman: I think you just found your term paper, George.
Harris McElroy: You're going to have to start using that brain of yours to access that talent of yours to show that beautiful heart of yours.
Dustin: You like her... You should like her if you don't.
George Zinavoy: I'm sorry, I ruined your night.
Sally Howe: No, I'm sorry. I lost you. I didn't keep my promise.
Principal Martinson: Don't play the angles, George. They don't work. Neither do jokes.
George Zinavoy: There you go again with the mind games. Treacherous, sadistic little hussy !
Principal Martinson: Just be careful, they have an easier time of getting by than you do.
Zoe Rubenstein: Would you like me to introduce you to some girls?
George Zinavoy: What?
Zoe Rubenstein: I have a lot of slutty friends you might like.
George Zinavoy: I'm trying to speak to you honestly.
Vivian Sargent: I don't care, I can't listen to your lies anymore.