The doctor says to Myers, "I have good news and bad news for you."
Myers says, "Give me the bad news."
The doctor says, "I'm afraid at the most you have six months to live."
Myers says, "Oh, my God, Doc. What's the good news?"
The doctor says, "You know that foxy little receptionist of mine...the one whose boobs are round like melons...the one whose eyes tell you that she's so horny she can hardly sit still?"
Myers says, "Yeah? Yeah?"
The doctor says, "I'm fucking her."