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Roommates Page #6
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- Year:
- 1995
- 108 min
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if that's what you want.
I have to admit, though, you never struck me
as someone who believed in a quiet anything.
Well, maybe I lived long enough.
Yeah, maybe.
Michael doesn't think so.
You ever tell him
that you love him?
He tell you?
You two. You don't talk, you just do.
to figure it out.
He still doesn't understand why
you wouldn't come with us to Pittsburgh.
We weren't gettin' along.
Oh, come on.
That's ridiculous.
You love to fight, both of you.
Was it me?
Marriages don't need
third wheels.
Families do.
You took care of him
his whole life.
Let him take care of you now.
He wants to.
Tsk. And you wouldn't
be a third wheel.
You'd have to settle
for fourth or fifth.
The third wheel's
on the way.
He's resting.
You'll be able to see him shortly.
Lie still. You'll be
able to talk soon.
Everything's fine.
The tumor was benign.
Shhh!
- What? - Will you bring
me the newspaper?
The classifieds.
Is there a newspaper anywhere?
I think I can find one.
The patient would like the "help wanted"
section of the classified.
that the suburb we lived in...
had been the largest pig farm
in Pennsylvania.
Hey, Mr. Holeczek.
He grumbled a lot, but there were now
two reasons he was glad to be around.
Mo, you don't have to
drink the whole thing...
- but at least drink half of it, okay?
- All right.
- Rocky, Rocky, Rocky!
- Yeah,yeah,yeah.
- That's what all the girls say.
- Rocky, it's Willard.
He's 101 years old today.
He loves Scrabble, ice cream...
- Take off that silly hat, moron.
- and miniature golf.
Happy birthday to you, sir.
Okay, about that warm weather...
- Dupa ranei pusci. -in the Northwest that's
been around for a couple of days...
May your ass sprout with
boils while you sleep.
Rocky, when's your birthday?
Birthday?
Don't got one.
Who's my anesthesiologist? I don't want
Crowell. I asked for Fredericks.
- Cereal, Daddy?
- Yeah. Don't make a mess, kiddo.
- Why can't he fly a day earlier?
- You want some breakfast?
No, I'll grab something later.
I don't want Crowell.
- Who else is available?
- Braid my hair, Mommy?
- Just a minute, sweetheart.
- Oh, no, no, not Gibson.
Oh, geez.
I'll get it.
Look, tell Fredericks
it's my first time out, okay?
He's had enough vacation.
Come home a day early.
- Bump him into first class.
- Had enough, huh? Okay, I can see that.
- And who are my techs?
- Rocky, I prepare food there.
Um, listen,
can we just, um...
Why don't... Why don't
we do it later?
- Just sit now, okay?
- And who's doing profusion?
- Buy more and throw away. In my day,
we saved everything. - How come?
Because we didn't have a goddamn
thing to begin with, that's why.
- Did you have Barney?
- Barney? Who's Barney?
- The dinosaur.
- Dinosaur? No.
No dinosaurs.
We had rats. Big rats!
- Were they pets?
- Pets? No.
No pets. We had jobs.
- It was an innocent question. - I don't
wanna hear about shortages. Talk to Mercy.
Okay, finish up, guys.
Mama's running late. Go get your stuff.
I'll be in in about 45 minutes.
I'll handle it myself.
Jesus! I feel like Frankenstein
lookin' for a brain.
Daddy, are you finally gonna get
to cut somebody open all by yourself?
Better believe it, kiddo.
- Michael, come on.
- I gotta go.
If you don't mind the company,
I thought I'd go into the city today.
Sure.
Here.
What in the hell is that?
His name's Harold.
He's my favorite.
- But why you giving him to me?
- 'Cause you never had a pet.
Oh, Mo!
Your kids, they make me crazy.
Well, mine is pretty.
Yours is too fat.
You need to plant
a garden, my friend.
It does old men good
to see things grow.
I'm a baker, for Christ's sake.
- Was. Was a baker.
- Ahhh.
The problem is you have
I'm useless, Bolek.
I go looking for work,
and they wouldn't even talk to me.
Why should they?
Work is for the young.
Bullshit.
These are our years
to enjoy, so enjoy them.
Bolek.
I feel like I'm waitin' to die.
One of your fans
wants to say good night.
I love you, Rocky.
Aah, you're not
too bad yourself.
Okay, bedtime.
Good night, Rocky.
Good night, Rocky.
You're not
too bad, either.
Everything okay?
Lisa's a little warm. You're right.
She might be coming down with something.
I didn't know Mo snored.
Yeah.
I wish you got to spend
more time with them.
Me too. Hawaii.
This summer.
All of us?
- Yeah?
- Promise.
Rocky in Waikiki. You ever
seen him in a bathing suit?
I think he probably
showers fully dressed.
Nervous. Heart surgeons
aren't supposed to get nervous.
No. Just too macho to admit it.
Your patient's lucky to
have you as his doctor.
Ask him after the operation.
I bet that I could
help you relax.
Yeah?
How're you gonna do that?
Uh, I have an idea.
Just a little... idea.
Oh, tell me.
Gin?
No.
- Be sure there's some 8-0s.
- Okay, could you get those for me, please?
Respirator closed all the way.
Let's begin.
Do you think I got the piles?
Ah, it's doubtful.
But that's what you had.
Yeah, but it's not contagious.
- We're on full bypass.
- Full bypass.
Cross clamp on. Cardio-plegia on.
Slush, please.
Flow is 300.
How much would you like?
Give me a thousand.
Rocky, we're out of Tylenol.
I'm gonna run down to the drugstore
and get some. If my office calls...
would you tell them I'm sorry
and I'll be there in about 45 minutes?
Be right back, sweetie.
Okay?
Defibrillator up.
Charge to ten.
Charged.
Fire. What's the rhythm?
to sinus rhythm.
- Okay, let's start ventilating.
- Ventilator's on.
- Wean from bypass.
- We're weaning, down to one liter.
We're off pump.
Can we get some air in here?
- They're doing brain surgery without
an M.R.I.? - There was no time.
- The patient was 240 over 130...
- My wife. It's my wife!
- Fixed pupils in the left side.
- Where's the CAT scan?
Your wife has a subdural hematoma.
Unless we relieve the pressure...
- There's a hemorrhage at the stem!
- We made the only call we could.
Forget about it.
- What are you doing?
- I'm going in there.
- You got the best neurosurgeon in this
hospital operating. - Without a CAT scan.
- Look, you're not making any sense.
- Don't touch me!
Doctor, please.
- It's my wife.
- I know that.
And you're not helping her.
Now, let the surgeon do his job.
"In order to save my own life,
I didn't want to have to...
They're gone."
Daddy, what does that say?
It says...
Where was I, honey?
- Right here, Daddy.
- "I said, I'm coming."
What's that say?
Sweetie, here.
Stay with Rocky for a second.
Come up into my lap.
- Rocky, is Mom gonna be all right?
- Are you kidding?
Absolutely.
Your wife never really
had a chance.
The bleeding in the brain stem
was uncontrollable.
I'm so sorry.
You kids know
how to whistle?
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