He's always been such a nightmare.
You love your father very much.
Oh, l do?
l don't know how l could. How could l
possibly love this nutcase?
Now he's dying, and l'm stuck with him.
l'm stuck with him.
This mess is my father
forever and ever?
He'll never clean up his act.
He'll never get it together.
He's never gonna give me wisdom.
Comfort.
And he wants something from me.
He wants me to call my mother.
And she's gonna refuse to come.
And he knows it.
He knows it. l swear, somewhere
in there, he knows it...
...and it's gonna break
his heart anyway.
And l don't want to do it.
l don't want to do it. l can't.
l just can't.
We must make two toasts.
To your bravery.
To my bravery.
And to your grief.
To my grief.
His machine.
Omar, this is your mother.
l am here with Eve. She has too many
worries. She should not have to pay.
One ovary will pay for three cars,
and that will be the end of it.
You don't have to do that.
That accident was my fault.
Fault is never the point.
You are a very warm person.
What makes me think you got
this warmth from your father?
l don't know what to do.
What do you think l should do?
What should l do?
Would you press ''end''?
l never could seem to find the ''end.''
You know, sometimes it is necessary
to disconnect.
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