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Bill : Let's go get some
cake.
Samantha : I'll race you
there, Dad. Come on.
Michael : "Dad"?
Donna : Michael, are you
okay?
Man : Is there a doctor? We
need a doctor here!
Donna : Michael!
Ben : Dad!
Samantha : Dad!
Morty : It's just corn
flakes. One dance, you pop
an artery.
Michael : Why'd you make me
waste my entire life?
Morty : You were
fast-forwarding through your
life long before you ever
met me. You lived the life
you chose, big shot.
Michael : This is not the
life I wanted.
Morty : It is. Looks like it
is.
Samantha : Hey. You're up.
How’re you feeling?
Michael : I feel better now
that you guys are here.
Ben : Samantha's been here
like 36 hours
straight.
She said she wouldn't leave
the hospital until you woke
up.
Michael : Why'd you do that?
Samantha : Because you're my
father.
Michael : I thought Bill was
your father.
Samantha : I have two
fathers. One of them told me
he was gonna live till he
was 200. Remember?
Ben : You both really need to
get some sleep. And I got a
plane to catch.
Michael : Big Ben's gotta go
on his honeymoon.
Ben : Ah… actually, I just
canceled the honeymoon.
Kensington deal might
fall through,
so I gotta go do damage
control.
Michael : No. No.
Ben : Julie and I can go to
Italy anytime.
Michael : No.
Ben : It's not that big a
deal.
Michael : That's not fair to
your wife.
Ben : Dad, she gets it.
Keeping the business going
is more important.
Doctor : Guys, I'm sorry.
You're gonna have to leave.
He needs his rest.
Ben : All right. Bye, Dad.
Samantha : Bye, Daddy.
Michael : Get this off of me.
Doctor : Whoa, whoa! Hey, fella, you're a long
way from
walking out of here.
Michael : I gotta see my son.
Doctor : You're not going
anywhere. Now, get back into
the bed.
Michael : Isn't that Colin
Farrell?
Doctor : Where?
Morty : Michael. Those
machines are keeping you
alive.
Michael : I gotta talk to my
boy.
Morty : Michael, stop.
Michael : No.
Morty : Michael, it doesn't
have to end now.
Michael : Ben! Ben! Ben! Ben!
Ben! Ben!
Ben : Dad? Dad? Dad, what are
you doing? Are you okay?
Samantha : Oh, my God.
Ben : Help! Help!
Samantha : Dad! Dad!
Ben : Help!
Michael : Ben, Ben. Family...
family... family...
Ben : What?
Michael : Family... family...
family comes first.
Ben : Family comes first.
Michael : Honeymoon.
Honeymoon.
Ben : Honeymoon. I love you.
Michael : Samantha. Samantha.
Samantha. I didn't make 200,
but I love you.
Samantha : I love you.
Michael : Bill, Bill, Bill.
I'm sorry.
Morty : Michael. The note you
wrote her, it's in your
pocket.
Donna : Forever and ever,
babe.
Morty : It's time to go. |
