You're not real.

Don't be a putz, David.

Come here.

A nurse, huh?

Shh.

Come on.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see you.

- (high-pitched) Hi, David. - Put that down.

OK, you've seen me. Now go away.

I'm sorry I'm upsetting you, David, but you don't understand what's goin' on.

I understand all right.

You're one of the "undead", and I'm a werewolf.

Yes. That's right.

Get outta here, Jack.

Tomorrow night's the full moon.

You're gonna change. You'll become...

I know. I know. A monster.

You've gotta kill yourself, David, before it's too late.

Are you really dead, Jack?

- What do you think? - I think I've lost my mind.

I think you're not real. I think you're just another part of a bad dream.

You've gotta believe me, David.

Believe what? That tomorrow night beneath the full moon...

..I'll sprout hair and fangs and eat people?

- Bullshit! - Goddamn it, David, please believe me.

You'll kill and make others like me.

I'm not havin' a nice time here.

You've gotta take your own life.

I will not accept this. Go away.

David?

This is not pretend, David.

I will not be threatened by a walking meat loaf!