think that $8,000...
wouldn't mean too much
to a man with my portfolio,
but it's the principle of the thing.
A man should not leave this earth
with unfinished business.
He should live each day
as if it was a preflight check.
He should ask each morning,
"Am I prepared for liftoff?''
Am I prepared?
They're here.
Come on in.
Shelly, there's some rags
over there in the corner.
You want to start
tearing 'em up into bandages?
just kidding.
We're a full-service facility.
Holling, you can drop your drawers
and hop up on the table here.
Aren't you gonna give him
some gas or something?
I don't think it's necessary.
Do you, Holling?
- Not if you don't, Joel.
- Well, then, shall we?
- Isn't this gonna hurt?
- Well, Holling has
a pretty high pain threshold.
I'm sure you're familiar with
the story of Jesse the bear. Good.
Take your pants off.
Wait a minute.
This is all happening so fast.
Shelly, I have a room full
of patients out there.
If we're gonna do it, let's do it.
- Well-
- Whoa! What is this?
What is what?
This- here on your neck.
Oh, uh, th-that's nothing, Joel.
Holling, he's a doctor.
It's a hickey.
- I guess I got a little carried away.
- Hmm?
What?
Well, when did he get this?
- Night before last.
- It still hasn't healed?
- Mmm.
- What?
- He could have a bleeding diathesis.
- A bleeding what?
When your blood doesn't clot
as fast as it should.
You know, the penis
is an extremely vascular area.
If you do have a bleeding problem,
this could be very serious.
- Oh?
- Oh, boy. Uh-uh. I don't-
I- I-I can't perform this surgery.
What?
I'm sure I'll be all right, Joel.
If this were a life-threatening condition
that required surgical intervention,
I'd go ahead and do it.
But this is elective cosmetic surgery.
I can't do it.
I can't.
I cannot put you at risk.
I know how much you want this, Holling.
I feel terrible.
You come to me with a simple request-
one simple little request.
What do I do? I fail you.
You know how that makes me feel?
Impotent, like a failure.
- Well-
- In medical school, they try
to prepare you for this. They do.
They tell you
there'll be tough decisions,
times when you have to...
hold someone's fate in your hand,
times when you are forced to play God.
But nothing really prepares you
for times like this. Nothing.
Can you ever forgive me?
Can you?
Well, uh-
Oh, Holling, I know you're really
bummed out about this.
But it's like my grandma always says:
"It's not the gift that counts.
It's the thought.''
And to tell you the truth,
I like your little turtleneck.
You do?
Mm-hmm.
Really?
I think it's bitchin'.
joel-
joel, all is forgiven.
Margaret, have you seen my razor?
Oh, I think I packed it.
You're packing my bag?
Well, Dad, I don't want you
to miss your plane.
Margaret, we've got three hours.
I know, but-but this is the time of year-
the avalanches- I-
Why do I get the feeling
you're trying to get rid of me?
Don't be silly.
Margaret, if this has anything to do
with me and Joel,
I want you to know I like him.
You do?
Yes.
Dad, uh, you don't think he's
a little full of himself?
I forgive that in a young man.
And condescending?
That too.
I like him. I really like him.
Dad, my boyfriend's name is Rick.
He's a bush pilot.
He's not particularly smart.
He's never been to college.
He has no plans or goals.
You'd hate him.
- What?
- Well, I- I lied about Joel, Dad,
because I figured he was the kind of guy
you'd want me to go out with.
- The other night was a sham.
- Why?
Why? Because all my life,
I've gotten nothing but grief from you
over the guys I went out with.
- They were never good enough.
- Well, they weren't.
- See?
- See what?
Dad, you have this image of me
in white gloves and patent leather shoes-
Daddy's little girl.
That's not me.
No, it's not your fault. It's mine.
I played into it.
I let you think what you wanna think.
This is who I am.
I live in Alaska. I fly a