listen, i'm not gonna bullshit you. if she were a baby, she'd have a decent chance, 'cause these sorts of tumors can regress like crazy, but she's twenty and.  i don't know, man.  i've never seen anything like it. i mean, look! it's wrapped around her vital structures like an octopus! you know, just once i'd like to get sent something simple. a "cabbage," a valve replacement. even a good old- fashioned transplant. but it doesn't happen anymore. it's the downside of being good at my job.
i don't know. i'm like most people. i do the best i can.
probably not.
in these sorts of cases, it's best if she signs a consent.
good. the last time charlotte passed out, she regained consciousness almost immediately. the next time or the time after, she won't. when that happens, call me. here's my service. they'll reach me no matter where i am. in the meantime, i'll coordinate with dr. sibley.
i haven't done anything yet.
what're we waiting for?
then let's move!