(..) On the table, on my table. I'm sorry. MAGGIE: I'm sorry. MAGGIE: I'm sorry. What happened? What happened? A graft occlusion? What? It was textbook. It was textbook. I'm so sorry. The room got so big. I was so small. How did I get so small? (..)

(..) can you confirm to us exactly which procedures you had and the expectations for you recovery? Sure. I had a skin graft operation where they put half my right thigh in my face. Now, it doesn't look too good, but one unexpected advantage is it's impossible to perspire through a skin graft, so sweat will never run into my eyes again, which is good for a driver. When they heard about your condition, (..)

(..) - Nothing like Susan or any of that? Susan? Nah! I won't take it! I won't be party to murder! Steering a poor dope up blind alleys for that grafting Taylor mob is enough. But helping that dame cut him in little pieces... - Nobody's gonna make me do that! - You said it. (..)