Nurse Daniels and Dr. Ehrlich in “Murder, She Rote”

Take my word, Ehrlich, the scar's right where you left it.

Hey babe, please. I'm the medico here, okay? [Trying to look at Shirley's scar] So let's undo mister bow, pull the gown back, and take a peak.

Your hands are cold.

Yes, but my smile is warm.

[Grabs Ehrlich's hand and shoves it] And the traverse stops here.

Easy. I know it's not the cleanest appendectomy of the New Year, but consider the incredible pressure I was under. You, a demented killer, we almost dated once. I have great difficulty excising a vestigial organ, knowing that right around the bend, it's a cervical us. Trust me, Citizen Kane's dying thought wasn't a fond remembrance of a childhood sled, okay?

I don't mind the scar. Besides, I'm not planning on logging any bikini time for a while.

Surely they won't send you to prison. Will they, Shirley?

Eventually. Until then, I got to find a job.

Okay, embroider pillows. It's a growing cottage industry, you're home alone, no one gets hurt.

My lawyer scheduled a meeting with Auschlander, trying to get me reinstated in emergency.

If you need a character reference, let me know. Despite what anybody may have told you, I've always been in your corner.

I know your heart's in the right place. So was Peter White's.

I got to go.

Cause if it wasn't, I'd have had to pull a trigger a third time, and blast a hole through his skull.

[Coughing] I got to go. I'll talk to you.