It turns out we can't save people from themselves. We just treat 'em. Treat that kid with a respiratory problem and when he comes back with cancer, go ahead and treat that.

Treating patients is what makes most doctors miserable.

Win, you live. Lose, you die.

— Tomorrow, you'll make an appointment with the doctor and see what he says.
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— Then there's expense.
— If you must pay money, better to a doctor than an undertaker.

When I got my diagnosis, cancer... I said to myself, you know: «Why me?» And then... the other day, when I got the good news... I said the same thing.

— You've poisoned his heart, now his marriage. And with that, the entire kingdom. All because of your feelings.
— I wish feelings could be helped, but they can't.
— Of course they can. Love is a disease. And like all diseases it can be vanquished in one of two ways. A cure, or death.