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I've been trying to spend as much time as I can living with them.
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We've seen Elizabeth.
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- Oh, yeah? - We've kept in touch.
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- Good. - She still loves you, John.
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All right. So, uh... What do you think?
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Well. They were all incurably sick, terminally ill.
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That is the consistency.
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We explored it, though. It doesn't... doesn't hold up.
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Ethel Jackson. The wigs, the hats... And all that.
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- She was undergoing chemotherapy. - That's right. Three years ago.
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She was in completely remission. She was in the clear, John.
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No. No one's ever in the clear.