Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...so I really don't think I should be alone tonight.
- Oh, hey, where's Cyril? CYRIL: Extradited?
...but I had to finish this so I could get it in the mail today.
Eh.
...if there were ever any times...
- I've been here since 6. - Rowr.
[CHUCKLING]
What if I'm not? What if I die, and then have to live with the fact...
- Super scared. - Not really.
- Pam. - I'm okay, I'm okay. I'm good.
- I said by 5 on Friday. - Yeah, sorry, the computer was down...
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
Great. All you have to do is go down to the police station and confess.
You were four hours late.
I know. I'm not normally a tattoo guy, but...
[GROANS]
- He was four hours late to his own surgery. - Yeah. Kind of a late night.
And I can say positively you are...
- Did I? - Like four minutes ago?
...so that all anyone can see for miles around are your gigantic breasts.
- Your dad is gonna love it. - I hope so.
MALORY: What? - Yeah. So listen, uh...
- Yup. That's breast cancer. - What?
You have to swear you won't breathe a word of this to anyone.
MALORY: Pam. - Do you not know what "disease" means?
- Obviously. - And we've always dreamed...
- I think just those two things, but... - But you can still be cured.
What? He can't have booze, he's going to jail.
Or perhaps the lead container I probably should've left it in?
- Pam. - No, you don't. Pam.
Oh, you gotta go. It's amazing, I hear.
This is so boring And forever taking
- Dies. LANA: What?