Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- All my hair fell out. - I'm sorry.
- Lana! Aah! - What?
No. It means this $80 pill is 100 percent sucrose.
Which again, ick.
- You idiot asshole. - Sorry.
Casablumpkin.
I'm sorry, Lana, did I mention I have cancer?
...for your homophobic remarks.
- I guess you heard about Ruth. - What?
...have been trying to fight cancer with your boss' fake chemo drugs.
Duh.
Ha. And you think that is?
What are you going to do?
- Zima? - What...?
And then ZING!
What?
Chemo?
- Hm. - "Mm" what, Krieger?
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
As you can see, I've got wine coolers on my feet...
Which, I gotta tell you, huge fan.
I supply the mimosas and bagels and lox...
- I'm gonna be sick again. - Not in here, you're not.
If you don't answer my questions. Number one.
- What was his name again? NURSE: Mr. Archer?
ARCHER: Little help?
Right in the face. I swear to God, I could watch this, like, a million times.
- You don't know me. - Ha-ha-ha.
But, Cyril, I know all about Dr. Krieger's origins.
ARCHER: Heh. Oh, man, what have I been doing?
So shut up and watch my movie.
- So I suggest you take your bull dyke... - Lana!
It was two weeks in Phuket, anything goes over there.