Three Rivers: 1.05 Alone Together

Kuol:

Look! Dr. Yablonski. Rock and roll computer game. My church bought it for me. I need the key to your hotel room.

Andy:

My room in the med stay in?

Kuol:

A hundred rooms have 42″ flat screens. I could crank it up in there. Oddly I find most transplant patients are not big fans of this game.

Andy:

It’s crazy isn’t it? They don’t want to spend what could be their last hours on this earth playing Welcome to the Jungle.

Kuol:

Is there a heart for me yet?

Ryan:

Not since you asked me an hour ago.

Kuol:

Please let me have your key.

Andy:

Kuol, you can’t be alone in my room.

Kuol:

Andy, the rock gods are in my soul. Kiss, AC/DC, Motörhead.

Andy:

Motörhead? You’re Sudanese. What is up with you?

Kuol:

It’s a final request. From a young man with a severe, congenital heart condition that could cause my death at any moment.

Andy:

[to Ryan] Cancel his heart transplant.

Ryan:

Transplant cancelled.

Kuol:

You have both hurt me. Deeply.

Falo:

My name is Falo Mataafi. I’m the organ procurement coordinator here at the hospital. You understand that your husband is now brain dead?

Sally:

I learned that on my honeymoon in Puerto Rico.

Falo:

That’s a joke. Good!

Ryan:

I just got a match on a liver for Mr. Boyle. Donor is Jackson White.

Pam:

Mr. Boyle is going home?

Nurse:

There is a god in heaven.

Sophia:

Get me the paperwork and let’s see if we should accept it.

Miranda:

Just say yes, so he’ll go home.

Sophia:

I don’t mind treating Mr. Boyle.

David:

I would rather stick a pencil in my eye.

Sophia:

He’s a theater professor. He’s just a little… dramatic. Tell them we accept. Miranda?

Miranda:

Yep.

Sophia:

You’re going to make the procurement run.

Miranda:

Alright! Let’s see, New York, Chicago… West Virginia. The land of coalmining.

Ryan:

And the first federal prison for women in the United States.

Pam:

Have you had sex? Ever.

Sophia:

Sometimes Andy, you have to rip it all apart to fix it.

Andy:

Give me the guitar. Watch a rock star do it.

Kuol:

I don’t think you’re a rock star, Andy.

Andy:

Really? My wife thinks I’m a rock star, what do you think of that?

Kuol:

Why do you live here if you have a wife?

Andy:

Well, that’s a good question, Kuol. The truth is, I don’t think I have a wife anymore.

Kuol:

Dr. Yablonski? Let the rock gods soothe your troubled soul.