Because Dr. Cuddy is not here. She's decided to spend some more time with the baby for a while. I'm taking over some of her day-to-day responsibilities. Like baby-sitting you.
Not really. You know, most kids, typical children, you hand them a pair of scissors and they cut. Well, Tony he's got CP. And when I gave him scissors, we went on a journey together. Learning to get his fingers in those holes, to hold the scissors apart, to hold the paper. I mean, when he finally learned to cut, we both just... wept with joy.
[Thirteen and Kutner look at each other and smile.]
I don't know. Maybe they wanted to take time off to spend with their little dumbwaiter. But then they had to leave it at home with an elevator sitter because you drove the replacement elevator to quitting because you're incapable of listening to anybody but me. That's just a theory.
I'm happy for you. A love so deep you're ready to chuck your medical license to give her powerful, unproven drugs with dangerous side effects. I don't want to make assumptions about your feelings for me, but I do have a birthday coming up.
I was thinking you actually feel guilty about taking her away from her baby, but your explanation's good too. It's completely inconsistent with your character, but... whatever.
Oh, yeah. God wants life to have meaning, life's meaningless without free will, with free will there's always suffering, so... God wants suffering. I got tired of that argument before I even finished saying it. And even if I brought that, the hell is God doing? Y'know, just the big stuff? The Acts of God, the hurricanes, the earthquakes, the random killings of millions of innocent people? Yeah, we better damn pray.
Yeah, nice try. I don't think you're not looking for somebody to prove you right. I think you're looking for somebody to prove you wrong. To give you hope. You wanna believe, don't you?
[pause] Yeah, I wanna walk out and find myself in a forest of whore trees. But I don't think it's a good idea to tell people to go fornicate with fruit.