Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Totally cancer-free! Again!
Yeah, I mean, it's not as bad as stage III or IV...
LANA: Oh! CYRIL: Oh, God.
Look at me. You are going to beat cancer.
What was I saying? Oh, yeah, the cancer has spread to your lymph nodes.
It's probably not the best birthday present for a diabetic, but...
I got it!
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
[PAM GASPS]
No. But I asked for the time off a year ago...
Pam, those quarterly reports better be on my desk when I walk in there.
Was that so hard?
Yeah, hey, it's got a safety pin.
But the thing is... Woodhouse, answer the damn phone.
- Whatever. - Well, you do the best you can.
- Who? - The nurse?
So, what are you saying?
No one is to speak of this ever, and especially not to...
You may want to hold off on that.
Oh he’s beatin’ his ass
TRINETTE: What the shit?
- At the hospital, doctor! You said... - Oh, no.
I'll let you know if I need a hybrid pigboy.
I beat cancer, everybody!
Uh...
I'm serious. You showed me how important family is.