Julian: I was wondering if I could stay at home tonight. I'd just really like to wake up and know where the hell I am for once, it'll be a nice change of pace for me.
Benjamin Wells: I can't do that.
Julian: Well I wouldn't ask, it's just my options are really kinda limited right now.
Benjamin Wells: Julian, we've been through this a hundred times.
Julian: Yeah, a hundred and one, actually.
Benjamin Wells: You conned your way through rehab, you lied, you stole. And look what you've done to our family.
Julian: I know, but I just want you to give me a break, I need you to be my father for one goddamn day just... just help me. I mean, can't you tell when I'm telling the truth?
Benjamin Wells: No. Trust was the first thing you ruined.
Julian: [starting to cry] Yeah.
Julian: Okay, well I'm gonna go. There's this guy I owe a large sum of money to, yeah big surprise but, I'm gonna try and talk to him, I'm gonna try and do something right for once. I mean it. So I just want you to wish me luck, whether you believe me or not.
Benjamin Wells: [voice breaking] Julian? Can you stay clean, for one week? For one damn week? I'll do everything I can to help you. But I need you to help me too.
Julian: [with a blank stare] I could try.
Rip: This is not recess. Everyone is accountable.
Rip: Julian, who the fuck do you think you're talking to? You're a junkie.
Julian: You *must* party with Julian and Blair! You must party *with* Julian and Blair! You must party with Julian *and* Blair!
Rip: Got a minute, sweetheart?
Rip: We gots to talk business, friend.
Julian: Oh, no, all you need to do is relax. I'm gonna pay you back; all you have to do is *trust* me.
Rip: I don't wanna trust you, Julian, I just want my 50 K, all right?
Julian: Patience is next to Godliness, Rip, didn't I ever tell you that? Actually, it's the flip side of cleanliness, but it's still *pretty* fucking important if you ask me.
Rip: Then what the hell are we talking about, Julian?
Julian: We're talking about you giving me a G on spec.
Rip: No. No. No way.
Julian: Listen, listen...
Rip: You're crazy. Forget about it.
Julian: Come on. There's these girls... falling all over me... for some blow. Come on.
Rip: [pauses, hands him the coke] This is the last time.
Julian: As soon as the club deal goes through, I'm recashing you every penny.
Rip: I hope so.
Julian: Well, don't hope... trust!
Julian: I'm real tired. I'm gonna go to bed for awhile.
Benjamin Wells: [Pushes Julian] Not here!
Julian: How about here?
Benjamin Wells: We talked about this.
Julian: When? I forgot. Refresh my memory.
Benjamin Wells: You can't stay here. Live your life anyway you want, but not here.
Julian: Just give me a second. You're the father, and I'm the son. I'm your *son*. I'm sleepy.
Seth Wells: Dad?
Benjamin Wells: Get out. I'll call the police.
Julian: [long pause] Fuck you.
Benjamin Wells: [Grabbing Julian, and yelling at once]
Seth Wells: Get out of the house!
Benjamin Wells: Seth, no! Leave him alone.
Julian: It's always a pleasure.
Clay: Do you know that you girls have televisions between your legs?
Rip: Do you have something for me?
Julian: I had it all worked out. Christ. At least I thought I did.
Julian: I fucked up. I don't have any money. I don't know... I don't know where I'm going to get it.
Rip: [long pause] Julian, this cannot go on forever. You owe me a lot of cash, and I'm carrying you like I'm stupid.
Julian: I know, I know. Just... just please don't cut me off, okay?
Rip: I'm not the problem here. Julian is the problem.