Elliot: Mr. Bragin, it is so great to see you back in the hospital.
Mr. Bragin: Woo-hoo! I got a tube in my penis.
Elliot: Come on, you're just a little dehydrated from the chemo. Plus, there are no signs whatsoever of your pancreatic cancer. You should be ecstatic. I mean, nine months ago I told you you had eight months to live.
Remember?
Mr. Bragin: I vaguely recall that.
Elliot: Yeah, of course you do. That is totally my fault. Who knew we could cure cancer?