1.  Ugh, a rainy day and a Monday. 
			  
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2.  Talk about a downer
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3.  Do anything fun
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4.  Because I sure did. Friday night was
Cornhole League, then on Saturday— 
			  
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5.  If I cared about what you do
on the weekend... 
			  
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6.  I'd stick a shotgun in my mouth
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7.  Saturday, I watched
a building burn down. 
			  
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8.  Morning, Ms. Archer. 
			  
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9.  It took all weekend, but I finally
got that payroll glitch sorted out. 
			  
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10.  I said by 5 on Friday.
Yeah, sorry, the computer was down... 
			  
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11.  so over the weekend, I had to punch
all these cards by hand, and then— 
			  
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12.  Carefully put them in order. 
			  
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13.  Careful, it's pretty delicate.
Wow, and this is all marzipan? 
			  
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14.  Except for the barn. That's just
graham crackers and icing. 
			  
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15.  Your dad is gonna love it.
I hope so. 
			  
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16.  It's probably not the best birthday present
for a diabetic, but— 
			  
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17.  Pam, those quarterly reports
better be on my desk when I walk in there. 
			  
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18.  Are you walking in there
right now? 
			  
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19.  What did I tell you on Friday?
I was gonna come in this weekend... 
			  
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20.  but I had to finish this
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21.  Wrong answer. 
			  
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22.  What the shit? 
			  
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23.  Hey, hey, now,
come on, honey, it's— 
			  
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24.  It's just like when the farm flooded
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25.  Only tiny and sweet. 
			  
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26.  Idiots. Surrounded by nothing but—
What the hell is your problem? 
			  
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27.  Finding your replacement
if you don't watch your tone. 
			  
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28.  My tone? Watch your tone.
Don't speak to me like I'm some— 
			  
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29.  Some what? Balloon-breasted bimbo?
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30.  Always prancing around
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31.  mini-sweater dresses
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32.  so that all anyone can see for miles
around are your gigantic breasts. 
			  
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33.  So you wanna tell me
what's going on? 
			  
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34.  No. I want you to get out. 
			  
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35.  Malory.
I'm sorry, dear. 
			  
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36.  Hey.
I had a mammogram on Friday... 
			  
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37.  and they found something. 
			  
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38.  Oh, my God.
Yeah. 
			  
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39.  80... 
			  
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40.  Is that why you're being such a bitch? 
			  
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41.  You have to swear you won't
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42.  Totally, yes. 
			  
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43.  Especially Sterling. If he found out
I might have breast cancer... 
			  
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44.  he'd be devastated,
so this information cannot leave this— 
			  
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45.  Pam, what the hell? 
			  
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46.  What? Nothing.
If you're texting about my— 
			  
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47.  I'm not, I swear. This is about—
Breast cancer? Oh, you poor thing. 
			  
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48.  What? Pam! 
			  
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49.  What is wrong with you?
I can't help it, it's like a disease. 
			  
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50.  Pam.
Do you not know what "disease" means? 
			  
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51.  Oh, sorry, I forgot you might have— 
			  
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52.  Breast cancer?
Oh, for the love— 
			  
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53.  And would you get off? Breath? 
			  
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54.  Malory, if there's anything we can do,
you just say the word. 
			  
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55.  My entire laboratory
is at your disposal. 
			  
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56.  I'll let you know
if I need a hybrid pigboy. 
			  
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57.  A what? That— What are you—?
I don't have one of those. 
			  
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58.  That'll do, Pigley. 
			  
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59.  That'll do. 
			  
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60.  Anymore. What are we talking about?
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61.  No one is to speak of this ever,
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62.  Sterling. Good morning, dear. 
			  
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63.  Good morning.
What's the big non-me-telling secret? 
			  
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64.  What?
ls there one? 
			  
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65.  At a spy agency? 
			  
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66.  There's no secret. We were just—
Mother, pardon me, sorry, one second. 
			  
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67.  Pam.
No, you don't. Pam. 
			  
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68.  Pam. Pam. Pam.
Pam. Pam. 
			  
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69.  Pam.
I'm okay, I'm okay. I'm good. 
			  
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70.  Ahh. I'm good. 
			  
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71.  Pam.
Your mom's got breast cancer. 
			  
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72.  She what?
Pam. 
			  
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73.  Nice work, Pam.
Damn her piggy little eyes. 
			  
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74.  Aww, Pigley. 
			  
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75.  Mother? Is this—? Do you—? 
			  
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76.  Good God. You'd think
he was half fainting goat. 
			  
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77.  Aww, Goatley. 
			  
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78.  Well, actually, men can
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79.  although it's extremely rare.
Yeah, and also hereditary. 
			  
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80.  So thank you, Mother, for that. 
			  
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81.  There's a good chance your mother's
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82.  I'll know for sure after I get the results
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83.  but I've got a good feeling about her.
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84.  Hey, can you not? Right now? 
			  
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85.  There are several other risk factors
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86.  Such as... Any history of alcoholism? 
			  
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87.  You know, I mean, I drink socially, but—
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88.  I didn't have breakfast. 
			  
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89.  Any unusual exposure
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90.  Uh... 
			  
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91.  Wait, seriously don't open it?
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92.  Oh, I thought you were
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93.  Looking for this? 
			  
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94.  Or perhaps the lead container
I probably should've left it in? 
			  
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95.  So wait. Wait, wait, wait,
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96.  Mm, no.
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97.  Doctor, I have Ms. Archer's results. 
			  
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98.  Well, if it isn't Chet Manley.
Yeah. And is— I wanna say Peggy? 
			  
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99.  Rita. And you said you'd call me.
Really? To both statements? 
			  
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100.  If it's not too much trouble
I'd like to know if I have cancer. 
			  
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101.  The first test was a false-positive.
You're totally fine. 
			  
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102.  Oh, thank God.
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103.  Uh, hey, you wanna grab a drink later? 
			  
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104.  Peggy?
I can't believe it, it's such a relief. 
			  
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105.  I don't have
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106.  So guess we can skip all this, huh?
Well, we're here, machine's on... 
			  
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107.  may as well take a look. 
			  
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108.  So if you could...?
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109.  Wow.
"Wow" what? 
			  
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110.  What is "wow"? What is that? 
			  
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111.  That's, um... 
			  
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112.  Yup. That's breast cancer.
What? 
			  
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113.  What?
Yeah. So listen, uh... 
			  
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114.  Wanna grab a drink later? 
			  
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115.  Yup. Stage ll breast cancer. 
			  
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116.  What?
Archer, no. 
			  
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117.  Yeah, I mean, it's not as bad
as stage Ill or IV... 
			  
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118.  but it's not, you know, obviously,
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119.  God, I should definitely get checked.
I am so bad about doing the self-exam. 
			  
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120.  Hey, how about
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121.  So, what's next? Do you do chemo or—?
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122.  Lumpectomy. I go in for surgery next week
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123.  Oh!
Oh, God. 
			  
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124.  If they can't get it or if it spreads
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125.  but I'm trying to stay positive
because I can beat this. 
			  
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126.  That's a good attitude.
Totally. 
			  
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127.  Wow, you seem kind of different.
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128.  Not that, dick. Your whole outlook.
All this positivity and whatever. 
			  
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129.  Well, I have to be positive, Lana.
I gotta stay strong. 
			  
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130.  So here, show some support. 
			  
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131.  Here, Brett, take a ribbon, buddy.
What is this? 
			  
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132.  A pink ribbon. I have breast cancer.
Ha, ha! 
			  
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133.  Seriously? Breast cancer?
Yes. 
			  
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134.  Sure it's not lady vagina cancer? 
			  
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135.  Heh, heh. Uh...
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136.  Excuse me.
Oh! 
			  
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137.  I'm trying to stay positive. 
			  
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138.  Both mentally and spiritually, Brett. 
			  
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139.  He certainly doesn't have cancer in his fist.
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140.  Now, if you will all excuse me again... 
			  
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141.  I'm going to spend some quality time
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142.  Brett. 
			  
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143.  Yeah, hey,
it's got a safety pin. 
			  
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144.  What?
Breast cancer. And, yes, seriously. 
			  
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145.  And I don't know how it's gonna turn out,
so I wanted to, you know... 
			  
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146.  spend some time
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147.  He's not even your real kid.
So? 
			  
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148.  So it's weird. 
			  
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149.  So is me paying you child support,
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150.  Hey.
I'm sorry. 
			  
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151.  Come on, Trinette,
Seamus may not be my son... 
			  
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152.  but he's probably
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153.  Where are you taking him?
I don't know. 
			  
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154.  What's he into? 
			  
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155.  Oh, that is just classic him. 
			  
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156.  I mean, my God, I was the one who—
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157.  Who thought I had breast cancer.
Shut up. 
			  
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158.  And now he has it,
so it's all Sterling this and ribbons that. 
			  
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159.  Well, he does actually have cancer.
Well, he didn't get it from me. 
			  
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160.  It's contagious? 
			  
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161.  What the shit? 
			  
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162.  I know.
I'm not normally a tattoo guy, but— 
			  
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163.  Not yours, shitbrain. His. 
			  
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164.  It's like we've got each other's backs.
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165.  Right?
You can't tattoo a freaking baby. 
			  
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166.  That's what the tattoo guy said.
Had to slip him an extra 100 bucks. 
			  
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167.  How about I slip somebody 100 bucks
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168.  Costs more than that, I bet.
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169.  To buy acid, Trinette. 
			  
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170.  Come on, Seamus. 
			  
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171.  I hope your stupid cancer kills you.
Oh, yeah? Well, I hope— 
			  
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172.  I hope it doesn't. 
			  
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173.  And to that end, Woodhouse,
macrobiotic food. 
			  
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174.  Find out what that is
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175.  Oh, and smoothies and, uh... 
			  
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176.  Why are you dressed
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177.  My vacation starts today, sir. 
			  
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178.  I'm riddled with cancer, Woodhouse,
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179.  No. But I asked for the time off
a year ago... 
			  
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180.  and Dicky and I have been
planning this trip ever since, and— 
			  
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181.  Who's Dicky?
My brother. 
			  
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182.  What?
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183.  Obviously.
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184.  of someday going
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185.  So we saved up and got a lovely package,
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186.  Prepaid, huh?
Yes, sir. 
			  
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187.  Did I mention I have cancer? 
			  
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188.  God, what a trip. Barely got back in time
for surgery. You should've been there. 
			  
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189.  Yes. God knows
when I'll be able see Dicky again. 
			  
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190.  Or where.
Yeah. Mexico's pretty big. 
			  
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191.  And so is your heart,
Woodhouse. 
			  
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192.  Sir?
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193.  anyone's ever done for me.
Oh, well. 
			  
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194.  I'm serious.
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195.  And you're kind of family, and I know I'm
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196.  so I'm gonna work on that, okay? 
			  
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197.  L— Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. 
			  
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198.  Thank you. 
			  
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199.  Toilet's clogged. 
			  
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200.  And so I wanted to say
I'm sorry, Pam... 
			  
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201.  if there were ever
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202.  when I was less than nice to you.
Heh. 
			  
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203.  Well, **** your dolphin, Pam.
Archer, she's down. 
			  
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204.  And I definitely could've
been nicer to you, Ca— Cheryl. 
			  
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205.  Yeah.
Here, take two. 
			  
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206.  And, Brett! Where's that ribbon, buddy?
Aah! 
			  
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207.  Gonna go put it on right now!
Then come see me. 
			  
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208.  I got some mid-range
Scotch for you, you nut. 
			  
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209.  Oh, hey, where's Cyril?
Extradited? 
			  
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210.  Ow. But I've never
even been to Las Vegas. 
			  
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211.  Oh, you gotta go.
It's amazing, I hear. 
			  
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212.  But I've never been. Here. 
			  
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213.  What? He can't have booze,
he's going to jail. 
			  
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214.  Come on. I have cancer.
Of the tits. 
			  
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215.  I — 
			  
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216.  Okay, give him the booze.
Jesus, I should get checked. 
			  
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217.  Hey, can somebody water my plants?
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218.  Heh.No. 
			  
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219.  Mother, come on, they said
I could eat and drink till midnight. 
			  
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220.  Alcohol? 
			  
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221.  The stuff they use to sterilize hospitals?
Pretty sure it's okay. 
			  
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222.  I'm sorry if I've been a bit selfish
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223.  I'm sorry if I haven't always been,
uh, you know... 
			  
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224.  Whatever.
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225.  Eh. 
			  
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226.  Are you scared? 
			  
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227.  I am, actually.
Me too. Sterling, I— 
			  
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228.  Well.
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229.  Me too, Mother. 
			  
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230.  It's kind of weird opening up
like this, huh? 
			  
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231.  Yeah. Give me another belt. 
			  
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232.  There's so much
I still wanna do. 
			  
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233.  Oh, now, you're gonna be fine. 
			  
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234.  Like, I've never been to Rome.
What? Yes, you have. 
			  
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235.  For work, Mother. 
			  
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236.  Sterling Malory Archer,
this surgery is going to work and you— 
			  
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237.  Look at me.
You are going to beat cancer. 
			  
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238.  But what if I don't? 
			  
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239.  So how's this going?
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240.  Lana. Lana, what if I don't? 
			  
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241.  Um...
Can you take him home? 
			  
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242.  Can you not?
No. 
			  
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243.  If I don't get something to eat,
I'm literally going to die. 
			  
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244.  I seriously might, though. 
			  
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245.  You're gonna be fine. 
			  
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246.  What if I'm not? What if I die,
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247.  I was a dick to you like a jillion times? 
			  
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248.  Don't worry about it, just—
Lana, I'm in love with you. 
			  
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249.  You are also shitfaced.
I can be both. 
			  
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250.  Archer—
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251.  so I really don't think
I should be alone tonight. 
			  
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252.  Nope. Nope.
Lana. Did I mention I have cancer? 
			  
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253.  Awesome. 
			  
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254.  Archer. 
			  
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255.  Archer. 
			  
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256.  What? What the shit, Lana? 
			  
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257.  Wait, Lana?
Yeah. 
			  
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258.  Why are you in my—? Oh, shit. 
			  
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259.  My cancer surgery.
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260.  So, uh, listen, about last night— 
			  
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261.  Don't worry about it, just—
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262.  Whatever's in this IV,
which I love. 
			  
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263.  We can talk after your surgery.
Right? Mm-hm. 
			  
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264.  Mm-hm.
Or never, probably, knowing you. 
			  
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265.  Where's Mother? 
			  
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266.  Sterling? Was that him? 
			  
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267.  Yeah, where were you?
The cafeteria. 
			  
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268.  Bear claws. Rowr. 
			  
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269.  I've been here since 6.
Rowr. 
			  
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270.  He was four hours late to his own surgery.
Yeah. Kind of a late night. 
			  
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271.  And speaking of... 
			  
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272.  I spent last night in the Tombs
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273.  What?
Fun! Oh, you mean literally. 
			  
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274.  Yeah. Until the Las Vegas police
faxed over this little gem. 
			  
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275.  Too soon? 
			  
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276.  Oh, my God.
How much cancer was in him? 
			  
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277.  This is so boring and forever-taking. 
			  
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278.  Well, then, for the 50th time,
shut up and go back to the office. 
			  
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279.  No. I wanna be here, in case he—
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280.  Dies.
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281.  Real numbnuts.
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282.  No, we're not. 
			  
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283.  This surgery is going to be
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284.  and Sterling is going to be
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285.  Hooray.
Oh, shut up. 
			  
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286.  Although he has been a lot nicer
ever since he was diagnosed. 
			  
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287.  Oh, really? 
			  
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288.  Still too soon. 
			  
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289.  Not too soon for good news,
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290.  Oh, and also some very bad news. 
			  
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291.  What's the bad news? 
			  
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292.  I have to take a rain check on that drink.
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293.  What about Sterling?
Oh, right. 
			  
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294.  Ass.
That's the good news. 
			  
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295.  What are you, hourly?
Thanks to me... 
			  
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296.  the surgery was totally successful.
God, thank you. 
			  
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297.  And now Mr. Archer is... 
			  
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298.  Totally cancer-free! 
			  
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299.  I beat cancer, everybody! 
			  
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300.  Oh, Sterling,
I knew you could do it. 
			  
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301.  Is that why you didn't even bother
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302.  You were
four hours late. 
			  
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303.  We grabbed a bear claw.
Rowr. 
			  
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304.  No, it's fine, Mother, whatever.
Hey, how you doing? I beat cancer. 
			  
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305.  Looks like he's back
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306.  Oh. Let's hope not. 
			  
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307.  Hello? There's this great
new thing called "coasters." 
			  
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308.  Jeez, sorry. 
			  
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309.  Don't apologize to me,
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310.  So, listen, about last night— 
			  
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311.  Lana, hey, I know you probably think
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312.  Well, and scared.
Well, more drunk. 
			  
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313.  Super scared.
Not really. 
			  
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314.  But the thing is—
Woodhouse, answer the damn phone. 
			  
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315.  Archer residence.
So the thing is, Lana— Here's the thing— 
			  
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316.  It's for you, sir.
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317.  One sec. Talk to me. 
			  
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318.  Mr. Archer? Hi, it's Dr. Spelts.
Duh. Who? 
			  
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319.  Dr. Spelts?
Uh... 
			  
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320.  I did your cancer surgery
like two hours ago? 
			  
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321.  Oh, right, listen,
I'm kind of celebrating right now, so— 
			  
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322.  You may want to hold off on that. 
			  
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323.  What?
I should've waited... 
			  
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324.  until your post-op results came in.
What? 
			  
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325.  But I could tell your mom was already
crushed about the rain-check thing— 
			  
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326.  So, what are you saying? 
			  
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327.  Archer?
Sterling? 
			  
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328.  What was I saying? Oh, yeah,
the cancer has spread to your lymph nodes. 
			  
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329.  What does that mean?
Well, it's not good, obviously, so— 
			  
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330.  Sterling, what did he say?
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331.  it spread to my lymph nodes. 
			  
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332.  Holy shitsnacks.
What's cancer? 
			  
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333.  Yeah, so I guess this party
was a little premature, huh? 
			  
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334.  Hey, now.
Sterling, there's radiation treatment... 
			  
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335.  there's chemotherapy, there's—
Oh! 
			  
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336.  I think just those two things, but—
But you can still be cured. 
			  
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337.  This isn't, you know, um, good, but—
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338.  That was the best you could do?
Shut up. 
			  
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339.  What did I expect?
Jesus, look at how I've treated all of you. 
			  
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340.  Carol and Pam and Cyril. 
			  
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341.  Oh, my God, listen,
I'm gonna clear up this Vegas thing. 
			  
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342.  Great. All you have to do is go down
to the police station and confess. 
			  
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343.  Or something maybe else—
That's actually the only thing... 
			  
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344.  Woodhouse.
that you can do. 
			  
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345.  Woodhouse, salt of the earth,
who basically raised me. 
			  
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346.  Well—
And you helped, Mother. I know that. 
			  
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347.  And, Lana. Lana, I want you to know
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348.  Woodhouse, seriously,
a little help. 
			  
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349.  Archer residence. 
			  
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350.  For you, sir. 
			  
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351.  Was that so hard? 
			  
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352.  Lana, sorry, give me one second. 
			  
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353.  Because I really want you to hear
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354.  Hello?
Mr. Archer. Hi, Dr. Spelts again. 
			  
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355.  Yeah, listen, doctor, I'm kind of
making peace with my loved ones... 
			  
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356.  plus some other people, so—
You may want to hold off on that. 
			  
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357.  What?
Because, boy, did I pull a boner... 
			  
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358.  said the urologist. Ba-dum-bum. 
			  
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359.  Anyhoo, turns out I mixed up
your chart with another patient's. 
			  
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360.  Wait, are you sure?
Of course I'm sure, I'm a doctor. 
			  
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361.  And I can say positively you are... 
			  
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362.  Totally cancer-free! Again! 
			  
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363.  Suck it, cancer!
Hooray. 
			  
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364.  Cyril, I don't wanna see you
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365.  Yeah. So about my Vegas problem—
Yes. The Vegas problem. 
			  
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366.  I've been giving that a lot of thought.
I'm sure— Mother, feel free to chime in here. 
			  
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367.  But I'm pretty sure ISIS can get you
a whole new identity, Cyril. 
			  
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368.  Wait, no—
You can use one of my old ones. 
			  
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369.  I don't wanna use one—
Yes. 
			  
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370.  You're Chet Manley now.
I don't wanna be Chet Manley. 
			  
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371.  Everybody, say hello
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372.  Hi.
Not a new person. 
			  
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373.  Shut up, I saw him first! 
			  
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374.  Speaking of being a new person, or not,
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375.  Did I?
Like four minutes ago? 
			  
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376.  When you thought you were dying?
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377.  Lana, so here's the thing— 
			  
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378.  I got it! 
			  
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379.  Hello?
May I speak to Chet? 
			  
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380.  Oh, my God. Heh, heh. Uh— 
			  
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381.  Yeah, hang on, he's right— 
			  
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382.  Wait, who is this?
Rita. 
			  
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383.  Who?
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384.  Redhead? 
			  
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385.  Uh...
Peggy? 
			  
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386.  Oh, yeah, yeah. Hey, this is Chet. 
			  
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387.  Hang on, Peggy, I got another call. 
			  
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388.  Talk to me.
Mr. Archer? Dr. Spelts— 
			  
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389.  I know! What, doctor? 
			  
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390.  Well, you are just gonna kill me... 
			  
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391.  but turns out I was right the first time. 
			  
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392.  The first time you said I was cured!
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393.  Now I'm confused— 
			  
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394.  At the hospital, doctor! You said—
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395.  I meant the first phone call. 
			  
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396.  When I said the cancer had spread
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397.  So, yeah, we're gonna wanna start
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398.  but in the meantime,
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399.  Are you here? 
			  
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400.  Eh. 
			  
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401.  What? 
			  
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402.  Too soon? 
			  
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