Royal: Well, listen...Baby, I'm dying.
Yeah, I'm- I'm sick as a dog.
I'll be dead in six weeks.
I'm dying.
Ethel: What are you talking about?
What's happening?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
Well, what'd they say?
What is the prognosis?
Royal: Take it easy, Ethel.
Now, hold- hold on, baby, hold on.
Hold on, okay?
Ethel: Where's the doctor?
Royal: Don't... Well, just...
W- 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 us...I want us to- to...
Ethel: What's wrong with you?
Royal: Damn! Ethel.
Ethel: Are you crazy?
Royal: Ethel, baby...I am dying.