The Royal Tenenbaums2001

Royal:
I'm dying, baby. I'm sick as a dog. I'll be dead in six weeks. I'm dying.

Etheline:
What are you talking about? What happened? Oh, my God. I'm sorry. I didn't know. What'd they say? What's the prognosis?

Royal:
Take it easy, Ethel. Hold on. Hold on.

Etheline:
Where's the doctor? Let's get -

Royal:
Wait a second. Listen. I'm not dying. But I need some time. A month. Maybe two. I want us to -

Etheline:
What's wrong with you?

Royal:
Ethel.

Etheline:
Go away!

Royal:
Baby. I am dying.

Etheline:
Are you or aren't you?

Royal:
Dying? Yes.