[Adam is receiving his first session of chemotherapy. One of the other patients offers him a tin]
Want a macaroon?
Oh, thanks. I’m alright.
Oh, yeah, thank you, but I - I don’t do weed.
C’mon, man. Just get high with us!
Okay. Thanks.
Mitch [He takes a macaroon and eats it]
How old are you?
Twenty-seven.
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.
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]
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.
