These quotes are from the movie drama, Garden State. Andrew Largeman, after ten years away from home, returns for his mother's funeral. Andrew and his father's struggle continues until a confrontation gets it out in the open
: Uh, nothing. No real plans. I'm just in town for a couple of days, so
: You should come out with us. We're gonna go over the Gleasons' house. They're having some [BLEEPING] huge party or something.
: Supposedly.
: Well, yeah. Supposedly.
: Really?
: He lives up on the hill. We'll probably go over there after we bury your mom.
: Well I gotta shower.
: Same.
: Oh, that's nice. Yeah, we've been doing a lot of work on it.
: Really?
: Actually, no. I don't know why I just said that.
: Kenny?
: Holy shit! Man, how you doing?
: I'm -- I'm great.
: Your mom just died!
: I know.
: I mean that's why you're home.
: Yeah. Yup.
: Oh, did you go to Columbia High?
: No, not from high school. From TV. Didn't you play the retarded quarterback?
: Yeah.
: Are you really retarded?
: No, I'm not.
: Cool. Great job man. I mean, I thought you were really retarded. You're just as good as that Corky kid and he's actually retarded. If there were some sort of like retarded Oscar you would win like hands down, kick his ass.
: There's a handful of normal kid things I kinda wish I could miss.
: You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home any more. All of a sudden, even though you have some place where you put your shit that idea of home is gone.
: I still feel at home in my house.
: You'll see one day when you move out. Just sorta happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know? You won't ever have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself. You know, for ..You're your kids. For the family you start. It's like a cycle or something. I don't know. But I miss the idea of it, you know? Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
: Yeah.
: I thought you killed yourself.
: What?
: I thought you killed yourself. That wasn't you?
: No, no. That wasn't me.
: Who killed themselves?