Prime Suspect

Desmond:
Let's sit down and have a pint or four and talk about how much we miss smoking.

Timoney:
The point is, we thought you had cancer, that you were dying. Remember?

Desmond:
All I am saying is, what if your doctor trots out the same x-ray with a shadowy mass for all his patients --

Timoney:
Stop.

Desmond:
-- that have a bad habit?

Timoney:
Dad, stop looking for excuses to smoke, all right? You asked me to quit, I quit. I don't want to quit. Do I look like I want to quit? But I'm doing it for you. I'm not going to do it alone. Do not flake on me. I am not kidding you. I will frame you for something. Get it?