Megan Hunt – Character Quotes

— Oh, sorry. Uh, I was just rearranging your instruments. The new deaner had them completely out of order.
— How do you know what order I want them in?
— Well, you know, they don't call me "Eagle Eye Ethan" for nothing. Nobody calls me that.

— You know, somewhere under all the crap that you're dealing with is a decent person and a good mother. And the only reason that I put up with it is 'cause I'm fairly sure that you won't find her without me.
— That is an incredibly arrogant thing to say.

— You know, you got great instincts
about the dead, Megan. But about the living, you suck.
— I care about the dead because they can't speak for themselves.

— I am not approving
any unnecessary tests.
— Curtis? Haven't you ever wanted a second chance with your first love? Those two people will never have that chance again, and I wanna know who took it away from them.
— You're just trying to suck me in to your crime-solving cult.
— No, I'm trying to get you to act like a doctor who gives a damn.

— There is something that I know that you don't. You let this job get too personal, and you're gonna burn yourself out.
— You let me worry about that, okay?

I got a lot of phone calls about you before I hired you."She's brilliant and driven", "she throws elbows, but gets results". I didn't think it was possible they were underselling you, but... they were. In one year, you've managed to make even city hall notice us. But the knives will come out the minute you screw up, and even I won't be able to help you

Her name was Marianne. A tumor on the optic nerve... And there was an autopsy as part of the inquest. All those hours studying the scans, rehearsing the operation, and I never knew that she had a broken heart tattoo because of an old boyfriend, or that she fractured her arm horseback riding when she was a kid, or dozens of other things that her body revealed to me that... our conversations never did. And the truth is... Until she died, I never really cared.

— What is it with you? You can't just be a regular M. E? You have to be the smocked crusader? Why don't you do us all a favor and go back to being whatever it was you were before?
— I can't. I killed someone.

— Look, I'm Deputy Chief Medical Examiner. The entire budget of this office is on my shoulders. You keep pulling that crap, I don't care how many friends you have.
— What makes you think I have friends?
— It's true. She doesn't have any.

— Dr. Hunt.
— Curtis.
— I'm a doctor, too, you know?
— And yet no one calls you that. Strange.

— He's usually not so pleasant.
— Neither am I.

— I'm gonna get some coffee.
— The skull collapsed into the occipital lobe in a v-shaped depression. There are flecks of rust throughout. Your murder weapon is heavy, maybe cast iron, square with a dull edge, possibly a large plumber's wrench or some kind of mallet. And, Detective...
— Yeah?
— I take mine with cream, no sugar.

— Todd, w-what are you doing at Lacey's school?
— I'm not at Lacey's school. I'm at the office. What are you doing calling her on her cell phone?
— Well, you screen my calls to the house.
— You know, the phone works both ways, Megs. She could call you if she wanted to.
— Why would she want to? I'm the bad guy, aren't I?

— There's no improvement to your paresthesia. Your career as a neurosurgeon is over, Megan. Maybe it's time you accepted it.
— You think I'd want to come back?
— All I'm saying is, you got a whole new career now. Most people would count their blessings.
— I'm not most people.

— See something?
— It's what I'm not seeing that interests me.
— What are you trying to say?
— He was already dead when the car hit him.