— I heard you were some big neurosurgeon a few years back.
— Used to be.
— So why are you working here?
— You can't kill somebody if they're already dead.
— He's usually not so pleasant.
— Neither am I.
— Julie knew enough not to walk into someone's crosshairs.
— Thus making my point.
— What point is that?
— One of you shot her on purpose.
— Dr. Hunt.
— Curtis.
— I'm a doctor, too, you know?
— And yet no one calls you that. Strange.
— Green french fries, huh? Irish pub maybe?
— Either that or Dr. Seuss just opened up a restaurant.