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I further leave you personally... "

Get away from her.

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

- Thank you. - Thank you.

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

You know what that's like, Pop?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ever change jobs because of a lung problem?

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

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

And anyway, she's closer to my age.

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