Fellow Travelers
Fridays 9:00 PM on ShowtimeTim Laughlin Quotes
Lucy: May I? How are you?
Tim: I have KS, recurring seizures, and my hair is falling out. What else? Um... Uh, my social worker suggested I sign a do-not-resuscitate order. How are you?
Lucy: The government ought to do more about this. It's terrible.
Tim: They could do more. But people like you would have to pay higher taxes. Lucy: My father used to argue for a national healthcare system. He believed government should take care of its citizens. So do I. It's not always wise to judge someone on appearances.
Tim: You're right.
Lucy: This hospital is not what I expected it to be. It's the only one like it in the country, where people with AIDS are treated like human beings. I'm sorry, Mrs. Fuller, but why are you here?
Lucy: I don't know. You mean something to my husband. I suppose I had to see you so I would know.
Tim: Know?
Lucy: How much you mean to him.
Tim: Shouldn't you ask him? Right. That wouldn't get you anywhere.
Lucy: No.
Tim: My time with Hawk was rushed, with years in between. You had him most of his life.
Lucy: But you were always there. I could never get away from you.
Tim: It's not a contest.
Lucy: Of course it is. It always has been.
Tim: Then why didn't you leave him?
Lucy: Because we had a good life. And children. And then when Jackson... You don't want to hear this. Please. When Jackson died, it was so unbearable. The only comfort I had was knowing that Hawk understood that suffering, felt the same way. If I had had to bear that alone, I wouldn't have lived through it. I should be going.
Tim: Mrs. Fuller, thank you for coming to see me.
Marcus: Tim.
Hawk: What are you doing here?
Marcus: I'll take your badge.
Tim: Marcus is going inside with me. He needs your badge to get in.
Hawk: I don't understand.
Tim: I knew Lonigan would refuse to see us. And we'd never get close to the Governor. And then... I invited you to the gala. I mean, it was very convenient. Hawk: I think I've been used.
Tim: A little.
Hawk: All right. Hey. Give us a minute? Look, whatever you're up to, and I don't want to know all the details, I'll wait for you.
Tim: No. You need to go home. Where you belong. No. It's not...
Hawk: I want to stay.
Tim: I have to fight this fight. That means letting go of everything else. And if you're around, I will not be able to let go.
Hawk: But I wanna show up for you.
Tim: Go home, Hawk. Please. Make it easy for me.
Hawk: Hey, Skippy. Promise you won't write.
Tim: I won't.
Frankie: You are not serious about going.
Tim: I owe my parents a visit. Fire Island's a ferry ride away.
Frankie: If White gets off, this city is going to explode. Timothy, I need you here. Not chasing after your long lost whatever he is to you.
Tim: He's been through a tragedy.
Frankie: The tragedy is you holding on to him.
Tim: Like you hold on to Marcus?
Frankie: At least Marcus and I sleep in the same bed. Most of the time.
Dear Hawk, I went into the Army to get away from you. I thought time and distance would help. But it hasn't. Hawk, I still love you. But I'm hoping to find something else. Maybe a deeper faith someday. Tim.
Hawk: Maggie said we have to keep your weight up. Pasta.
Tim: What else?
Hawk: Peanut butter.
Tim: They didn't have crunchy?
Hawk: No, I looked.
Tim: You said you know someone connected to the governor.
Hawk: Dave Holm. He's a Republican fundraiser.
Tim: Okay, how well do you know him?
Hawk: Not well. You know, he's...
Tim: What, he's straight? The way that you're straight? You can't smoke in here.
Hawk: I know, I know. What do you want, Tim?
Tim: Call your friend. Ask him. Convince him to set up a meeting with the governor's chief of staff.
Hawk: And why am I doing this?
Tim: To introduce me. There is an AIDS anti-discrimination bill sitting on the governor's desk. I need to convince him to sign it. We've been waiting for this meeting for weeks. They're ignoring us. They can't ignore you.
Hawk: Of course they can.
Hawk: They know you?
Tim: I worked here. Before.
Hawk: You said your sister needs a break. I nursed my kids through measles, mumps. Broken arms. Hawk.
Tim: No.
Hawk: How long would she need?
Tim: No. No. It's not a good idea.
Hawk: How long? What, a week? I can do that. Skippy, just... Will you give me a chance?
Tim: A chance to do what? To... To fսck it up again. Are you sure?
Hawk: No. I'm not sure of anything anymore.
Hawk: Listen, Skippy. I wanna spend the weekend with you. Go back to the office, tell Dragon Lady you don't feel well. Meet me on the southwest corner of Independence and Third in 15 minutes.
Tim: Fifteen?
Hawk: Green Ford. Oh, and happy birthday.
When I committed this sin, I felt pure. More pure than I ever have in my life. How can I be sorry for it?
Hawkins: This is the real world, Skippy.
Tim: I’m your boy, right? And your boy wants to go to the party.
I’ll be imagining you kneeling in prayer.
Hawkins
