[Abby and Carter are at Carter's grandfather's funeral, and she notices that the birdbath is broken]
You're going to have some dirty birds.
Grandpa liked to drive the power lawn mower around.
Not on purpose. He was having a fatal MI at the time.
Gotta die somehow. Not a bad way to go. Sunny day, out on the mower. [they both start to laugh] Don't, don't laugh.
[After flirting with a waitress] I was trying to have fun. Is that a crime?
No. Go have fun. If I can be left waiting in the street, I can certainly walk home by myself.
Why do you have to make such a big problem out of everything. Like you have an insect in your anus?
Hey, it's "bug up my ass", Luka. 'Bug up my ass." If you're gonna insult me, you can at least get the words right.
Fine. How's this? Stop being such a bitch.
OK, fine. As soon as you grow up.
Right, you're so mature. Abby, you don't even know what you want!
Yes, I do. I wanna go home.
You play games like a schoolgirl who can have any boy and treats them all like crap!
You know, why don't you just call me a whore and get it over with!
I'm tired of it! You're not that pretty and you're not that special!
I'm pretty enough in the dark though, aren't I?
You're never happy! I don't think you're capable of being happy.
Happy? Six months ago, you didn't care about whether or not I was happy.
If you're not depressed or ashamed, you're just angry.
And you're married to a ghost!
At least I treat you with respect.
Oh, I know. You're a saint, Luka.
[When Mark and Elizabeth are changing Ella's diaper] You take care of it. I've got a shift in three hours.
What do you think I'll be doing in three hours? I'm the feeding trough, remember?
Elizabeth, if I could breast-feed, I would.
Oh, great. Great! You take it! Take it all! The sore nipples, the rashes, the hemorrhoids, the leaking in your trauma gown, the public humiliation, the sleep deprivation, the incontinence, for goodness' sake. You take it! It's all yours!
Look, you didn't answer your page. We had to make a quick decision.
You know what? That's your job! You make quick decisions based on the information available. You had the right information. You didn't bother to look at it.
You've never made a bad call?
Not as stupid and lethal as this one.
Then show up and make it yourself. We paged you three times!
In a perfect world, Dr. Malucci, I wouldn't subject any patients to your care. If you knew your ass from your elbow or even gave a damn...
I do give a damn. I do give a damn.
This man might still be alive!
Yeah. I was supposed to be off last night.
EDr. Edson
Well, you're not in surgery. Don't punish yourself. Go home.
No, I'm on at noon. I'm just going to go pass out.
EDr. Edson
Bad idea. You know what they say. The longer you stay, the longer you stay.
Right. I know. You're always so good and I'm always so bad...
I'm sick of being patient.
And I'm such a mess and you're so understanding.
I've put up with a lot, Abby.
Carter, your mother, your moods...
Why don't you just break up with me?
If I'm such a horrible person, how could you possibly want to be with me?
I don't know how to be with you! I don't know how to help you!
I don't want help! I don't want help. I don't want to be pitied. I don't want to be saved.
Okay. What does that mean? What does that mean? What does that mean?
I'm done! I'm done, okay? Carter can have you!
[walks away from Luka]
John did you discharge Ravis?
22-year-old woman, she was taking birth control pills.
Maybe she thought you were swamped?
Yeah, more like incompetent.
She made you Chief Resident, you know, you're the chosen one.
Doctors are human. We make mistakes.
If this guy had been properly diagnosed and sent straight to the OR without TNK he'd still be flipping burgers at McDonald's.
Marfan's is difficult to detect. The residents have never heard of it.
Which is why we have attendings.
I can't be everywhere at every moment.
Wrong answer. As we speak, "The Trib" is writing a feature story on this screw-up and the rise in preventable deaths. So you either come up with a better excuse than "doctors are human" or find yourself a good old-fashioned scapegoat.
Hey, this isn't about my performance, is it? Or my rotations. You just don't like me.
You're right. I don't like you. You have no respect for me, your colleagues, this hospital, anything. You like to think you have this whole cowboy approach to medicine, but you don't have the goods to back it up, so you make mistakes. Mistakes that kill people.
I need this job. You can't fire me. I have a kid to support.
Since when? You never said anything about being a father.
Did you ever ask? You don't know a damn thing about me.
You're a sad, cold-hearted bitch, you know that?
You may not like me, lady, but nobody here likes you.
You wanna know why this damn ER is so important to you, huh? Because it's the only thing you've got in your life. [he takes off his ID badge and throws it at Weaver] Nazi dyke.
I know growing up can be tough. You can call me anytime.
Yeah, until Mom takes away my phone privileges again.
Rachel, what do you want me to do?
You could let me stay here.
They're only a phone call away. I'll make new ones.
They have schools in Chicago. I just want to spend more time with you and Ella. I've got a baby sister who doesn't even know me, and Elizabeth is totally smart and cool. I mean, she's a great role model.
Are you serious about this?
I'll talk to your mother.