Aaron Glassman: You're not hearing me. I'm dying.

Shaun Murphy: There's still hope.

Aaron Glassman: Shaun, look at me. Look at me, please. There is no hope for me. I mean, hope? What... What... What... What is hope? You hope the 49ers find a defense. You hope the number 4 bus comes on time. Doesn't mean they magically learn how to tackle. Doesn't mean the bus driver suddenly drives faster. Hope is irrelevant for me. Hope is painful. I don't want to spend what's left of my life chasing my tail around in a circle.