- The Patient: The moral of this story is; you're born to live and you live to die. In between all that you do stuff, make that stuff count.
- The Patient: Baby brother, you have a nasty habit of taking things that are mine.
- The Brother: You have a nasty habit of surviving.
- The Patient: Well, you know what they say about the fittest and all?
- [pause]
- The Patient: Where's sissy?
- The Brother: Dead. Two years ago.
- The Patient: How?
- The Brother: In bed. She screwed herself to death.
- The Patient: [laughs] It's how she always wanted to go... How bout you?
- The Brother: Personally a free fall from 25,000 feet. A halo jump. Chute not opening. Kersplat.
- The Patient: How bout a much deserved bullet to the back of the head?
- The Brother: If I must.
- The Patient: Oh, you must. This has to end.
- The Brother: I suppose so.
- The Patient: Are you sorry for any of it?
- The Brother: Not a damned thing.
- The Patient: [Gunshot]
- [pause]
- The Patient: I didn't think so.
- The Specialist: Your brother and sister send their love.