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Well, there you go.
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Whoo, yeah. Caesars Palace, baby.
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Jackpot, sir. We got your meds.
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Way to go.
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If the meds don't work straight away,
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we're gonna have to put him on a ventilator.
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I want him to know that that means inducing a coma.
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And there's no guarantee of a return ticket?
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Believe me, it's his best chance.
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Okay.
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All right.
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Are you kidding me?