[ He never wins. And you, Oz, somehow possess the ability to render him speechless every five minutes or so. ]

Why -- [ drawing an exasperated breath ] How can you even make fun of it at... at a time like this?

[ Rather than anger, his face expresses some strange kind of desperation, though his voice rises with every word said. ]

... You... you're not the one running on a borrowed time. You don't understand. Won't understand.