The doctor said you're critical. Yeah. About your partner. Me too. I want you to know it's okay to let go. I've got a lot to live for. They're banning vapes. I don't mind. Yeah. From your bestie, Stacey. Aw, I want me to put them in something for you. Vaze. My dying wishes. For me to cut off your boyfriend's dick so that you won't sleep with another woman? No. Done. Who the fuck's gonna look after you? At least you lived your life your most authentic self. True. An absolute whore. You bitch! God, you're cold. Ice. Ice. Baby. Dinden. Remember when you shot all- Oh, I'm sorry. I need to charge my phone. All be your signs. I don't know. Butterflies? Not snakes. Here I brought you this. Why am I burning up? No, but you will be when you're in hell. Why does God always take the good ones? I know, right. Oh, not you. Timothy Shilman is taking Kylie. What the fuck?