Actually, man, we need to talk.
Well, yeah, I do… I do have pan-fried cancer.
-Oh. -The tastiest of cancers.
-Huh. -But no.
Actually, what I was trying to say was
I'm retiring.
Well, because… I'm bad at my job, man.
But don't worry, baby.
I got you a very special new hormone monster.
Well, I can tell this is going great.
Now, gentlemen, if you will excuse me…
I'm really gonna miss you, Nick.
Thanks for making an old hormone monster feel like he mattered.