Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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