Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sterling. Good morning, dear.

God, what a trip. Barely got back in time for surgery. You should've been there.

- Wait, are you sure? - Of course I'm sure, I'm a doctor.

- Pam. - Your mom's got breast cancer.

So you wanna tell me what's going on?

PAM: That's a good attitude. CHERYL: Totally.

- Mm-hm. - Or never, probably, knowing you.

[TRINETTE SIGHS]

- Hello? WOMAN: May I speak to Chet?

- Gonna go put it on right now! - Then come see me.

...but it's not, you know, obviously, not as good as no cancer.

- I am, actually. - Me too. Sterling, l...

One sec. Talk to me.

So is me paying you child support, but you keep cashing the checks.

So, listen, about last night...

- Hi. - Not a new person.

Oh she’s beatin’ his ass

- What? Nothing. - Lf you're texting about my...

I mean, you know. I drink socially

Any unusual exposure to radiation?

Wanna grab a drink later?

Saturday, I watched a building burn down.

Woodhouse, salt of the earth, who basically raised me.

Uh, hey, you wanna grab a drink later?

Hang on, Peggy, I got another call.

Well, you are just gonna kill me...

Okay, give him the booze. Jesus, I should get checked.

Although he has been a lot nicer ever since he was diagnosed.

- Rita. And you said you'd call me. - Really? To both statements?

Oh, right, listen, I'm kind of celebrating right now, so...

- There's no secret. We were just... - Mother, pardon me, sorry, one second.