Animals Page #3

You got coke?

It's supposed

to be blue or pink...

But it's yellow.

I don't know what that means.

You don't even like coke.

I like coke.

Adrianne Balboa.

Mm-hmm.

- And?

- Rocky.

Balboa.

Relationship to patient?

Spouse.

Social?

721...

520...

That's too many numbers.

So you're definitely

not pregnant.

I hope that's good news.

Yes.

I'm still a little concerned

about this pain,

so I'm gonna order

some more tests,

if you don't mind hanging out

a bit longer.

Someone will be down here to

take you to radiology.

Let us know

if you need anything.

- Thank you.

- Thanks.

You got it.

Yes.

Hey.

I thought you got caught.

Sorry.

How'd it go?

Savvy. You?

Fruitful.

Oh, good.

Let's go.

What'd he say?

Uh, fine.

What is it?

Let's just go, okay?

F*** did he say, Bob?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay. Hey.

Whoa.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay.

Come here.

Come here.

Let me see.

Come here.

What is it?

I eat your tears and I save them

right up in my belly.

I'm Popeye.

Your tears are my spinach.

They make me strong.

That's not fair.

I'm the one

who might have cancer.

I need spinach.

Anything ever happen to you,

I'd... stop working.

Nothing before you, Bob,

and there's nothing after you.

We could call, um, Steve.

He's your brother.

Gary is a doctor.

Are you joking?

Even if he would help me,

which he wouldn't,

I would never ask them

for anything.

Sorry. Hey!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Come here, please?

Come here.

I'm sorry.

Come here.

Listen, I'm gonna get you

a really good doctor.

I'm not taking you to county

or any shitty hospitals

in the city, okay?

And we'll pull Gary's hair plugs

out with a power drill.

Fine.

You've never been swimming?

I ain't swimming in that.

Why not?

Sharks.

There's no sharks

in Lake Michigan.

That's what they want you

to think.

You know we couldn't

have been born

into more ideal circumstances.

We're white.

We're American.

You're a male.

Advantage.

College degree, middle class...

That's a double advantage.

So what happened, sugar toes?

I don't know, babe.

Why does the bird keep flying

in the same window?

Oh f***.

Hold on!

There's somebody in here!

Jesus. Ooh.

Anything?

Not even an M&M.

Jesus, Jude.

You haven't pooped

in over a week.

That's not healthy.

A few more hours,

I'm gonna have

the opposite problem.

So...

I wanna do one more date.

No.

One more.

One more, and then we'll buy

a bunch of methadone off Megan,

and we'll drive.

We'll figure it out.

I like that idea.

I like it a lot.

We get out of Dodge,

get enough methadone

to taper off

and go on a road trip.

We should go someplace there's

really good free clinics,

like Portland,

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