(..) another decent day. (CELL PHONE VIBRATING) Hello, Augustus. (CLEARS THROAT) Good evening, Hazel Grace. Did you ever write that eulogy I asked you to prepare? I may have. Do you think you could find your way down... to the literal Heart of Jesus (..)

(..) Well, um, it appears my entire body's made out of cancer now. So, sorry to one-up you, dude. Did you, uh... write his eulogy yet? Dude. What? What? I haven't told her yet, Isaac. What are you talking about? (..)