I tried, but they didn't want to hear any of it. Assuming they even listen.

[There's a pained sigh.] I guess I'm tired of dying by myself. It gets a little lackluster and if I'm gonna be completely honest, it sucks. You're not Lalonde, but I still like talking to you. You're still Rose, and fuck alternate bullshit, that still means something. And you're going to hold that over my head for pretty much fucking ever, but I can't even give a fuck right now.

[There's some struggle. He's propped himself up as best he could against the cabinets. He wasn't going to die lying on the floor at the very least.] Here I thought that movies made people talk too much while they were dying. I'll never make fun of that ever again.