[Frank Mackey]
Earl. You don't look that bad. You prick. 'co*ks**er.' That's what you used to like to say, right? 'co*ks**er.' But you are a co*ks**er, Earl. It hurts, doesn't it? Huh? You in a lot of pain? She was in a lot of pain. Right to the end, she was in a lot of pain. I know because I, I was there, Earl. You didn't like illness, though, do you? I was there. She waited for your call. For you to come. I am not gonna cry. I am not gonna cry for you! You co*ks**er, I know you can hear me. I want you to know that I hate your f--king guts. You can just f--king die, you f--k. And I hope it hurts, I f--king hope it hurts. Why didn't you call? (sobbing) I f--king hate you. Goddamn you, you f--king a**hole. Oh, God, you f--king a**hole! Don't go away, you f--king a**hole! Don't go away, you f--king a**hole! Oh, God, don't go away, you f--king a**hole!