Amanda: So?
Lynn Denlon: My twenty second analysis without any medical equipment is that his brain is herniating.
Amanda: [sarcastically] Oh.
Lynn Denlon: He needs to go to the hospital and have an operation to decompress his brain.
Amanda: Come here. No, really, come here. [Lynn backs away] Come here.
Lynn Denlon: No.
Amanda: Let me ask you something.[Grabs Lynn] Did I bring John to you, or did I bring your self-centered ass to him? Now you better start ****ing paying attention. No one's going to any hospital.
Lynn Denlon: I can't perform miracles. You're giving him pain killers. For a tumor like this, he needs steroids, prednisones.
Amanda: [sarcastically] Oh, good, yeah. Maybe we could try some corticosteroids. You know, like DEXAMETHASONE!! Why don't you ****in' tell me something I don't know, you stupid ****!
Lynn Denlon: The only place that he can get those drugs is in a hospital. Or else he's gonna die.
Amanda: You are not a good listener. I think you missed the part that if he dies, you die.
Lynn: You're asking me to do the impossible.
Amanda: I'm not asking you. He is. He chose you. [Brutally shakes a table to get Lynn's attention] Not me.
John: Amanda. Our doctor can't do what's being asked of her if you're threatening her. The rules of our game have been made very clear. You need to abide by those rules.
Amanda: Sorry.
Lynn Denlon: My twenty second analysis without any medical equipment is that his brain is herniating.
Amanda: [sarcastically] Oh.
Lynn Denlon: He needs to go to the hospital and have an operation to decompress his brain.
Amanda: Come here. No, really, come here. [Lynn backs away] Come here.
Lynn Denlon: No.
Amanda: Let me ask you something.[Grabs Lynn] Did I bring John to you, or did I bring your self-centered ass to him? Now you better start ****ing paying attention. No one's going to any hospital.
Lynn Denlon: I can't perform miracles. You're giving him pain killers. For a tumor like this, he needs steroids, prednisones.
Amanda: [sarcastically] Oh, good, yeah. Maybe we could try some corticosteroids. You know, like DEXAMETHASONE!! Why don't you ****in' tell me something I don't know, you stupid ****!
Lynn Denlon: The only place that he can get those drugs is in a hospital. Or else he's gonna die.
Amanda: You are not a good listener. I think you missed the part that if he dies, you die.
Lynn: You're asking me to do the impossible.
Amanda: I'm not asking you. He is. He chose you. [Brutally shakes a table to get Lynn's attention] Not me.
John: Amanda. Our doctor can't do what's being asked of her if you're threatening her. The rules of our game have been made very clear. You need to abide by those rules.
Amanda: Sorry.
Amanda: So?
Lynn Denlon : My twenty second analysis without any medical equipment is that his brain is herniating.
Amanda: [sarcastically] Oh.
Lynn Denlon : He needs to go to the hospital and have an operation to decompress his brain.
Amanda: Come here. No, really, come here. [Lynn backs away] Come here.
Lynn Denlon : No.
Amanda: Let me ask you something. [Grabs Lynn] Did I bring John to you, or did I bring your self-centered ass to him? Now you better start ****ing paying attention. No one's going to any hospital.
Lynn Denlon: I can't perform miracles. You're giving him pain killers. For a tumor like this, he needs steroids, prednisones.
Amanda: [sarcastically] Oh, good, yeah. Maybe we could try some corticosteroids. You know, like DEXAMETHASONE!! Why don't you ****in' tell me something I don't know, you stupid ****!
Lynn Denlon: The only place that he can get those drugs is in a hospital. Or else he's gonna die.
Amanda: You are not a good listener. I think you missed the part that if he dies, you die.
Lynn: You're asking me to do the impossible.
Amanda: I'm not asking you. He is. He chose you. [Brutally shakes a table to get Lynn's attention] Not me.
John: Amanda. Our doctor can't do what's being asked of her if you're threatening her. The rules of our game have been made very clear. You need to abide by those rules.
Amanda: Sorry.
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