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 | Mrs. Carrey, our test results just came back. I've got good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first? | |
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| Let's... let's get the bad news out of the way first. | |
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| The tests say you have Stage IV lung cancer. I'm afraid you've only got around 3 months left. | |
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| Oh god. Oh dear god, no. *sob* What about.. What about the good news? | |
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| Well, the good news is... I was just kidding! You don't have cancer. You're going to be fine! | |
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| ...Has anybody ever told you you're a heartless b#tch? | |
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