— I can't believe they're playing with that butt hamster.
— That is disgusting.
— I got two minutes left on my break, how long is this surgery gonna take?
— Carla, cut the guy some slack. Surgery is not as easy as it looks. I mean, he's gotta make the incision, cut the wrong artery... Panic, collapse into a ball of tears in the corner,
and after all that he's gotta go wash up... Check the board, and find out who he'll be killing after lunch. It's... a grind.
John Dorian: — Elliot and her marine biologist boyfriend at it again. But you know what? It honestly doesn't bother me.
Elliot: — Sean's gonna let me swim with the dolphins.
John Dorian: — That's great. I hope they don't maul you.
Sean: — Relax, Elliot. Dolphins love people.
Elliot: — How'd you get that giant scar on your leg?
Sean: — Parachute pants. It got caught in the zipper.
Elliot: — Right.
Carla: — You're lying already? I love that.
Sean: — It wasn't a dolphin that bit me.
Carla: — What was it?
Sean: — Black whale.
