[Adam is getting chemotherapy]
Alan:
Want a macaroon?
Adam:
Thanks. I'm alright.
Alan:
[whispering]
There's weed in 'em.
Adam:
I don't do weed.
Alan:
C'mon. Just get high with us!
[Adam reluctantly eats a macaroon]
Mitch:
How old are you?
Adam:
Twenty-seven.
Alan:
That's just the worst. A perfectly good youth wasted.
Mitch:
Alan, stop it. Don't listen to him, he's just messing with you.
Alan:
Listen to me, this cancer is bullshit. First your hair's going to fall out, then your balls'll shrink. And if that isn't enough, your dick becomes a constant source of disappointment.
[Alan and Mitch laugh]
Adam:
I got to tell you, I was really nervous about this whole cancer thing, and then I met you guys, and boy do I feel better.
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