- Sheriff Nate Craven: Carl, what's going on?
- Dr. Carl Winters: I have stomach cancer. Six months left, they say.
- Sheriff Nate Craven: Jesus.
- Dr. Carl Winters: It's okay. That's how it goes. No point complaining.
- Sheriff Nate Craven: You've made your peace with this thing, then?
- Dr. Carl Winters: What's the alternative? Can't do anything about it. We're all on the same conveyer belt, Nate. Some of us fall off a bit sooner than the rest, but... we're all heading for the same destination.
- Sheriff Nate Craven: Carl, this is one of those nightmare specials. The kind you never get to the bottom of.