Saw III2006

Lynn:
Who are you? Who are you?!

John:
Hello, Dr. Denlon. You may not remember me, but I most certainly remember you. I was a guest... at your hospital once.

Lynn:
Where am I?

John:
Do you remember me?

[Amanda tosses Lynn a folder containing John's diagnostic report]

Lynn:
I've seen you on television. Lawrence Gordon was your doctor.

John:
I was his patient and he was mine. As you can see from that report, my prognosis isn't good. Would you agree?

Lynn:
There's no preventative treatment for what you have.

John:
I remember you saying that to me once before in almost the exact same tone. Leave it to a doctor to find such a cold, clinical way of saying I'm dead man walking. Looking at me, how long would you say I have left?

Lynn Denlon:
I'd have to examine you. Even then, a frontal lobe tumor is unpredictable. The growth depends on the rate of mitosis versus apoptosis and-

John:
I'm sorry, but is all this crude medical equipment around me causing you to believe that you're still inside a hospital?

Lynn:
No.

John:
Then why are you speaking to me in that graduate-school medical jargon?

[beat]

John:
LOOK AT ME! Now you look at me. I asked you a simple question: Based on your experience, how long do you think I have left?

Lynn:
It's not a simple answer. Based on your file, I'd say... not long.

John:
Death is a surprise party. Unless, of course, you're already dead on the inside. Unless you're the type of person who swallows antidepressants to hide the pain. Turns their backs on their husband and neglects their child; who has every possible advantage in life but chooses not to advance.