Archer2009

Cheryl Tunt:
Breast cancer? Oh, you poor thing! [hugs Malory]

Malory Archer:
Pam! What is wrong with you?

Pam Poovey:
I can't help it. It's like a disease. [keeps texting]

Malory Archer:
Pam!

Pam Poovey:
Do you not know what disease means? Oh sorry, I forgot you might have...

Cyril Figgis:
Breast cancer?

Malory Archer:
Oh for the love. And would you get off? Breath!

Cyril Figgis:
Malory, if there's anything we can do you just say the word.

Doctor Krieger:
My entire laboratory is at your disposal.

Malory Archer:
Thanks. I'll let you know if I need a hybrid pig-boy.

Doctor Krieger:
A what? That. What are you? I don't have one of those!