[sarcastically] And what's with all the sick people? They make it such a drag. [Neela rolls her eyes] Listen, he's just motivating you for the match rankings.
Then what? The NICU made me want to jump off the roof, Peds is full of screaming brats and anxious parents, and OBGYN is a lifetime of overnights and malpractice suits! I could go into research or teaching, but is that really why I became a doctor?
...I'm sorry, were you talking to me? [Neela slaps his arm in exasperation, he laughs] You know, this place is so up and down. You learn to... ride through the rough days. I did.
Look. I'm sorry I've been... I don't know, bitchy about this whole thing. It's just not comfortable for me. Lying and having someone else cover my mistakes. It just keeps compounding, one on top of the other.
Coward and a liar! I never asked you to do this for me, but you did! And now you're leaving, and I'm supposed to live with the fact that I killed a man, and that you helped and lied for me to cover it up.
Men only care about three things: food, sports, and sex. Dogs are more mysterious. If they ever invent a refrigerator with a wide-screen T.V and a vagina, we're all doomed.
Milicent dies, you run off halfway around the world. Disappear for months. Only to come back like some sort of avenging angel, with a pregnant African girl in tow.
On anything. Once something gets in my way, it's like a chemical reaction. I just shut down, and I give up. I'm just looking for an excuse to stop, because in the end it's easier to do that than to risk being hurt and disappointed again.