… — I'm dying, baby. Yeah…
I'm… I'm sick as a dog.
I'll be dead in six weeks. I'm dying.
— What are you talking about? What happened?
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Well, what'd they say? What's the prognosis?!
— Take it easy, Ethel. Now, hold…
Hold on, baby, hold on… Hold on, okay?
Ethel, hold on…
— Where's the doctor?!
— Don't… Well, just… Wait a second now. Wait a second.
Okay, uh, listen, I'm not dying.
But I need some time. A month or so, okay?
I want… I want us to, to…
— What's wrong with you?!
— Damn! Ethel…
— Are you crazy?!
— Ethel, baby! I am dying.