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I don't think you heard what I said, Pop. I said it's free.

- I need my glasses. - Well, go get your glasses.

But there's nothing wrong with me. I'm fine.

And you want to know if I brought you some cigarettes.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

I could've took her out. She's pretty.

But I'm the one who'll have to be here all alone.

Well, did you? Did you bring them? I told you to bring me cigarettes.

You're all right, son. Ain't nothing wrong with you.

Now, a pack of 20 cigarettes is 60 inches or 5 feet.

What's the matter with you? You know I'm sick...

Want to get this house fumigated. Go to work and I'm sick with TB.

I further leave you personally... "

I'm dying! I can feel myself getting weak.

Get away from her.

You know what that's like, Pop?

- What are you talkin' about? - I saw it in one of them medical shows.

And anyway, she's closer to my age.

You want them to find something wrong with me, don't you?

Ever change jobs because of a lung problem?