Flatliners Page #8

None of you had the foresight or balls

to do any of this until I did it.

You want to go next?

Be my guest.

F*** the rest of you!

This is my idea.

You're just tourists.

I would've gone 3:30, maybe 3:40.

I still might.

But, Joe, 4:
25 is crazy.

We're pushing the five minute mark.

Dangerous! Zucchini land!

You're a sh*t, Joe.

You said you loved me, Joe.

I love you, Joe.

Skelator?

Are you listening to me?

Thanks for staying.

I'm on early shift at the hospital.

You seem fine,

so I'll see you later.

Wait.

- About tonight.

- Don't try to talk me out of it.

Why are you doing this?

Look, I've lost people

that are close to me.

I want to make sure they've gone

to a good place. It does seem trivial.

To tell you the truth, it's the best

reason I've heard yet for going.

There's something I didn't tell you

about last night.

I had this feeling that if I had gone

any further...

that there was something out there

protecting me.

You know, something good.

So you don't need to go under.

Does the atheist now believe in God?

I'm trying to tell you...

that I don't want you to do it.

Just think about all I'll have

to talk about...

when you bring me back.

I'm dying.

Don't lie to me.

You've put up a great fight.

Sometimes we just have to let go.

That's what the voices say.

What voices?

They say, "Have you done enough?

Have you told everyone you loved them?"

I have. I have.

It's okay.

They're friendly voices.

They're just telling you

what you need to know.

What?

That you have someplace to go.

Do you believe that?

I do.

Yes, I do.

Hey, Fellatio!

Got a match?

Well, I do!

Your face and my ass.

- Your breath made of buffalo fart!

- Do I know you?

You don't know jackshit!

Butt-wipe! Needle-dick! Cock-bite!

Jack-off! Limp-wrist!

Corn-hole! Banana-breath!

Sh*t-bird! Bird-turd! Turd-face!

Kiss-ass! Brown-Nose! Macho wimp!

Limp-dick! Fart-face! Tire-merchant!

What's the matter?

Gonna cry? Crybaby Davie.

Cry, cry, cry!

Sh*t-face. Rat-turd.

Ass-licking son of a b*tch.

How'd it happen?

I was playing hockey.

- About last night.

- It's okay.

No-show Labraccio.

This really isn't like him.

It's his way of trying to stop me.

It won't work. I'm ready.

I don't think it is a good idea

to do this without David.

- We don't need Dave.

- Can you do this?

Can you trust me?

No, but let's do it anyway.

Nitrous on.

See you soon.

- How long has she been under?

- 1:
20.

We're bringing her back.

Click that blanket to warm. Body temp?

- She hasn't been under long enough.

- Do it.

- We said 4:
25.

- Just do it!

Don't expect hugs and kisses

for this.

Waiting for body temp to rise.

Aborting fourth experiment. Why, Dave?

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