As Henry Altman waited in traffic, ___________1_________ to things he hated.

On his short list was also: dog crap, car alarms, ___________2_________, pigeons, men's cologne, greeting cards, flip-flops... and God.

What the hell? I've been waiting here for over two hours. You don't care, do you?

The results show a brain aneurysm.

- How long do I have? - I don't know.

How long? Give me a number. A number! A number!

I'm not leaving here until I get a number!

- Ninety - Ninety what? - Minutes!

What should I be doing?

- Henry? What's going on? - We have to have sex. Immediately.

- I don't have a lot of time. - We are not having sex.

- You're getting worse, you know that, right? That you're getting worse? - We've got a lot to do.

Okay...

- Brooklyn Dance Academy. - Is Tommy there?

Take a message.

I need you to record me. Tommy, by the time you see this, I'll be dead.

- Cut! - What?

- How do I turn it on? - The record button.

We're throwing a get-together. I've sent you an email with the complete list.

- Twenty-five people? You know that's insane? - Get it done.

Henry! Henry!

- Where are the rest? - Hey, I'm here!

How hard is it to tell someone you love them?

The important thing is we find your brother and get him admitted to a hospital immediately.

Make sure that he remains calm, nothing that raises his blood pressure.

- Like... And you've met my brother? - Anger.

- I'm dying. - How much time they give you?

- Hour and a half. - Buddy, that sucks.

Yeah!

You told me I was gonna die in ninety minutes because your cat jumped out a window?!

This ought be interesting.

__________3__________? Are you trying to kill yourself?

- Do you even remember the last time we had sex? - Yeah, um...

I wish you were dead!

Well, it's your lucky day!