Sammy, I get it. You're not coming back with me. You've been telling me that all weekend and I get it, I do. I'm not asking you to. [He sighed, looking at his brother, tired and a little sad.] I know you hate the life, okay, but it's all I have. It's all I can do and it's pretty much the only thing I'm good for, so please? Just... a little less enthusiasm on the whole 'rather die than go back' line, okay?

[He rubbed his face.] I'm already nursing a minor inferiority complex when it comes to your giant brain and shiny future, you know? Just a little less disdain at mine, okay? Please?