KAREN: All right, Rosie. I need you to get out of that bed and start walking. You know what that is, don’t ya? Put one knuckle right in front of the other. Come on! I’m not foolin’ around, you lazy refried— Oh, my— Oh, no, Rosie! Rosie, don’t die! No! I’m sorry. I knew you weren’t faking the whole time. I just couldn’t admit that you were really sick because then I would have to think about losing you, and I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready, I tell ya! Oh, come on, Rosie, I always thought I’d be the first one to go. ROSARIO: Don’t worry, you will. Little thingy came off my finger.