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Jack: We need to talk.
MARLA: Sure.
Jack: I'm on to you. You're a faker. You aren't dying.
Marla: What?
Jack: Okay, in the Sylvia Plath philosophy way, we're all dying. But you're not dying the way Chloe is dying.
L.: Tell the other person how you feel.
Jack: You're a tourist. I saw you at melanoma, tuberculosis and testicular cancer.
Marla: And I saw you practicing this...
Jack: Practicing what?
Marla: Telling me off. Is it going as well as you hoped... ? (reads his nametag) "... Rupert."
Jack: I'll expose you.
Marla: Go ahead. I'll expose you.
L.: Share yourself completely.
Jack: Why are you doing this?
Marla: It's cheaper than a movie, and there's free coffee.
Jack: These are my groups. I was here first. I've been coming for a year.
Marla: A year? How'd you manage that?
Jack: Anyone who might've noticed either died or recovered and never came back.
L.: Let yourself cry.
Marla: Why do you do it?
Jack: I... I don't know. I guess... when people think you're dying, they really listen, instead...
Marla: - Instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.
Jack: Yeah.
Jack: (warning) It becomes an addiction.
Marla: Really?
Jack: Look, I can't cry with a faker present.
Marla: Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It's not my problem.
Jack: We'll split up the week. You can have lymphoma, tuberculosis and -
Marla: You take tuberculosis. My smoking doesn't go over at all.
Jack: I think testicular cancer should be no contest.
Marla: Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls.
Jack: You're kidding.
Marla: I don't know - am I?
Marla: I'll take the parasites.
Jack: You can't have both parasites. You can take blood parasites -
Marla: I want brain parasites.
Jack: Okay. I'll take blood parasites and organic brain dementia --
Marla: I want that.
Jack: You can't have the whole brain!
Marla: So far, you have four and I only have two!
Jack: Then, take blood parasites. It's yours. Now we each have three.
Jack: You... left half your clothes.
Jack: You're selling those?
Marla: Yes, I'm selling some chothes.
Marla: So, we each have three -- that's six. What about the seventh day? I want ascending bowel cancer.
Jack(v): The girl had done her homework.
Jack: I want ascending bowel cancer.
Marla: That's your favorite, too? Tried to slip it by me, eh?
Jack: We'll split it. You get it the first and third Sunday of the month.
Marla: Deal.
Marla: Looks like this is goodbye.
Jack: Let's not make a big thing out of it.
Marla: How's this for not making a big thing?
Jack: Marla! Marla! Should we maybe exchange numbers?
Marla: Should we?
Jack: In case we want to switch nights.
Marla: Ok.
Marla: It doesn't have your name. Who are you? Cornelius? Rupert? Travis? Any of the stupid names?
Jack(v): This is how I met Marla Singer.
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