Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Did I mention I have cancer?
Heh. No.
Bear Claws. Rarw!
- We can talk after your surgery. - Right? Mm-hm.
Don't apologize to me, apologize to the Brazilian rosewood.
It's like we've fucking got each other's goddamn backs.
MALORY: Oh, that is just classic him.
- You know, I mean, I drink socially, but... MALORY: Ha!
I have to take a rain check on that drink. I'm on call this weekend.
- It's for you, sir. - Duh.
...l'm going to spend some quality time with those who are dear to me.
Anyhoo, turns out I mixed up your chart with another patient's.
Redhead?
- The first time you said I was cured! - Wait.
...and Sterling is going to be completely cured.
No, it's fine, Mother, whatever. Hey, how you doing? I beat cancer.
So, uh, listen, about last night...
Now, if you will all excuse me again...
And so is your heart, Woodhouse.
I'll know for sure after I get the results of her diagnostic exam...
- What does that mean? - Well, it's not good, obviously, so...
What did I expect? Jesus, look at how I've treated all of you.
MALORY: Alcohol?
This is so boring And forever-taking.
LANA: Um... - Can you take him home?
But I'm pretty sure ISIS can get you a whole new identity, Cyril.
- Excuse me. BRETT: Oh!
My entire laboratory is at your disposal.
Come on, Trinette, Seamus may not be my son...
- Uh... - Peggy?