Well, no wonder yer fellin' crappy, ahhhhhhh, lousy...

Hey, get yer ass into the hospital tomorrow... Screw the Scotch... Like you said, you ain't got no appitite fir it... Get them doctors to get you uninfested 'er I'll come up there and uninfest you myself... You tell the doctors that...

Come on, Kendall... I'm perfectly serious here... You and me ain't done yet, ya' hear???

Hang in there, my friend... This shit will pass... 'Er somethin' like that...

B~