-I'm dying, baby. I'm sick as a dog. I'll be dead in six weeks. I'm dying. -What are you talking about? What happened? Oh, my God. I'm sorry. I didn't know. What'd they say? What's the prognosis? - Take it easy, Ethel. Hold on. Hold on. - Where's the doctor? Let's get - - Wait a second. Listen. I'm not dying. But I need some time. A month. Maybe two. I want us to - - What's wrong with you? - Ethel. - Go away! - Baby. I am dying.