[Two elderly patients start bickering] Larry, Laverne, they're all yours.
You think those two can handle it?
Yeah, I think they could handle a lot if you'd let them.
That's right, you said that before.
You know, no disrespect Brenner, but you're making it real hard for me to respect you. You're taking the procedures away from the residents, you're not even letting them do physicals.
They don't know what they're doing.
They've been to med school.
So what, look you've either got it or you don't.
You know what I'm talking about. Some people catch on, other people never get it.
Yeah but it's our job to train them.
That is sweet Greg, but it's also a complete waste of time.
Look, I teach people that can benefit.
And what about Larry and Laverne?
They're, they're adorable, and eager, and absolutely clueless. Look I could spoon feed them everything I know, and it'd just pass straight through them like a bad case of cholera.
And so what do you suggest instead?
Encourage them to find new careers.
I don't know where you came from, but this is a teaching hospital. So if you can't accept the fact that everybody needs to learn, then you don't belong here.
Okay, sorry, remind me again Greg, you're not the chief of the department, right?
Okay, that's great. So you do things your way, and I'll stick with the way that works. Now, my shift's over, it's been an absolute pleasure, but I gotta go, I got a date, I got two actually.
[Dr. Brenner walks out of the room]
Hey I'm not the only one that thinks...
[Harold has decided he doesn't want to be a surgeon]
Was I not a good teacher? Did we not spend enough time together?
We both did our best to make this work.
Well, was it something I said, or didn't say?
It's not you, Neela. It's me.
Brenner is not so bad. I think he has a refreshing energy.
And I think you've got a man crush.
Don't be ridiculous. Why?
I see the way you look at him.
Just because I can see the appeal of another man... [Pratt raises one eyebrow] Forget it!
What am I supposed to do? I told you the truth and it wasn't easy for me and you know how badly I feel and how sorry I am.
We're not doing this now.
What? What do you want? Just tell me. I swear to God I don't care what it is, I'll do it. What do you want?
Did you think coming to Croatia and apologizing was all it would take?
You tell me you were weak, you screwed up, you broke my trust, you put our son in jeopardy. What the hell do you expect?
Forgive me for being so slow, Skye. I'm finally getting it now.
That the whole Bohemian, drifter, 'love the one you're with' thing is nothing but a bogus justification to screw anything that catches your eye.
Well... good. Good, you finally figured me out. And you're absolutely right. I've done everybody: Pratt, Morris, Gates, security guards, Mel the Roach Coach Guy. And I'm having a damn good time with Simon Brenner. We've worn the varnish right off my desk. You know, it's too bad. It really is. I was starting to let my guard down with you. [hands him a gift bag] I bought this to keep you company while I'm on my dive.
Gotta run, scheduled a quickie with Frank.
[about Neela's dying patient] I know what it's like to be close to a patient, but you're not a little intern anymore and I expect you to handle bad outcomes like a professional.
What does that mean? That I should stop giving a damn?
No. It means that no matter how much we care, sometimes the people we try to save die.
Are you actually trying to rationalize this? 'Cause we both know you should never have left that room this morning!
That's enough. Please. There are more patients than there are doctors in this place and I can't be everywhere. None of this should be news to you, this is the job.
Hey, Abby. It's a beautiful spring day, the Cubs are playing at Wrigley Field, and we live in America.
I think I solved the case of the missing Lexapro.
Sorry. I was looking for some un-depressed person that I could be happy around, and uh... heh.
You chose me? Must be slim pickings.
Hi, Dr. Kovač, I heard you were working here, and I wondered if I might be able to talk to you-
Well, you really have balls to show up here and ask for anything.
Look, I'm at a very difficult time in my life-
[sarcastically] Really? Me, too.
[nods] I know that. And, I'm sorry for any part that I've played in that. But, I just wanted to tell you that... whatever happened with... me and Abby... was just the misguided, messed-up flailings of two people- two very troubled people.
[nods, sarcastically] That's beautiful.
[pause] Look, she loves you. Anybody can see that. And, as somebody who has squandered that kind of thing before, in his own life... I wanna implore you, not to make the same mistake, so...
Uh, yeah. I think I am. [Luka nods, then drops his grocery bag and punches Moretti once in the jaw] Guess I had that coming, huh?
