Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh. Let's hope not.
Brett.
ARCHER: Yup. Stage II breast cancer.
- Well, and scared. - Well, more drunk.
PAM: Careful, it's pretty delicate. - Wow, and this is all marzipan?
Hey, how about we check each other?
Carefully put them in order.
Whatever's in this IV, which I love.
Archer residence.
No. I want you to get out.
Oh he’s beatin’ his ass
- Oh, my God. - Yeah.
Oh, and also some very bad news.
The stuff they use to sterilize hospitals? Pretty sure it's okay.
Oh, I thought you were being sarcastic.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
- Here, Brett, take a ribbon, buddy. - What is this?
[LAUGHING]
- So guess we can skip all this, huh? - Well, we're here, machine's on...
Well, actually, men can develop breast cancer...
- What about Sterling? SPELTS: Oh, right.
[ALL CHEERING]
I'm sorry if I haven't always been, uh, you know...
Thank you.
What's he into?
[PHONE BEEPS]
And would you get off? Breath?
Yeah. Give me another belt.
It's like we've fucking got each other's goddamn backs. Ha Ha Ha
- Well. - Yeah.
- Like, I've never been to Rome. - What? Yes, you have.
He is beating his ass
For you, sir.
Yeah, so I guess this party was a little premature, huh?
[GROANS]
Lumpectomy. I go in for surgery next week and they'll try to cut it all out.
- Hello? SPELTS: Mr. Archer. Hi, Dr. Spelts again.
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I know! What, doctor?
- And, Brett! Where's that ribbon, buddy? BRETT: Aah!
- Yeah. - Here, take two.
It's like we've got each other's backs. Heh-heh-heh.
CHERYL: What? LANA: Archer, no.
- Pam! PAM: What?
...l'd stick a shotgun in my mouth and pull the trigger with my toes.
Totally cancer-free!
- I mean, my God, I was the one who... - Was getting all the attention?