— How'd you end up with a bornagain Christian sister?
— I don't know. Maybe the TV was broken one day and she picked up the Bible and found it to be just a darn good read. Or maybe it had something to do with our mother's ability to watch silently as our dad drunkenly knocked us from room to room. What do you think, Newbie?
— Probably the room to room thing.
I mean, you just can't. It's too much to ask yourself.
God, elevator. He's got my back, even if I don't technically believe in him.
Know where there's all kinds of equipment for women? Toddland.
— 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.
All right, fine, Elliot. You wanna know why? You're just like me. You're scared. You feel you haven't accomplished anything. Instead of running a triathlon, you're pushing forward with a guy you don't belong with. You know as well as I do, he's gonna open up a bottle of white wine for you when you really prefer red, except you never told him that. Know why? It's because he's not right for you, Elliot. Are you happy now?
— 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.