— Dr. Reid, would you mind explaining to me why you called the chief of surgery to consult on a cellulitis patient yesterday?
— I wasn't even here yesterday.
— Your interns were. Their mistakes are your mistakes. Whether it's an unnecessary consult, or his ridiculous haircut.
— This cost $60.
— Let's hope your stylist put that money towards rehab.
— There was one spot open in the study. I gave it to the rich guy because with the money he's donating, I can reopen the prenatal unit.
— What really bothers me is that you can look in there at John Morrison, a guy you essentially gave a death sentence to... and just not care.
— It's not my job to care, Perry.
Hey, champ! What has two thumbs and doesn't give a crap? Bob Kelso. How ya doin'.
— What you got there, sir?
— Dead hamster.
— If no one's officially called dibs...
— Take it, freak.
— What? I'm making a hamster vest for one of my squirrels.
— Listen, if he wanted to find a place to hide your patient, he could. He's just stressed and out of his elements, and, hell, he's scared. And even if he hasn't realized it, this job is changing him already, because it comes with a whole host of overwhelming responsibilities, including keeping this hospital afloat.
— I'd help him if he'd let me, but you know he won't.
— When I was Chief, if Dr. Cox came to me and complained about something I would automatically say «no». And if he never complained again, I'd know it wasn't that important. But if he came back and fought for it over and over, I knew it was something that I'd have to take a look at. Now he's me, and he's got this damn voice in his head telling him to say «no» all the time. And he desperately needs someone on the other side to tell him what he should do, whether he wants to hear it or not. And now, that person is you. Here we are.
— Will he at least be grateful?
— No. He's gonna hate you for it.
— Hey... That's a nice jacket, Ted. What is it, wool?
— It's a poly-nylon blend do you really like it?
— No. Bathroom's just put of paper towels.
— That was what I said this morning.
— Yeah, it sounded familiar.
— Sir, l have to say, I'm offended.
— Oh, no. Now I have to go buy flowers to make it right.
Are you on call tonight or will you be busy fighting Superman? You look like Lex Luthor.
