Prosecutor (about Carlos): This is a serious offense against a minor. He grabbed her breast while he was treating her.
Carlos: No, that's not... I was putting a sling on her arm.
Defense Attorney (to Carlos): Shut up.
Carlos: Okay, who are you again?
Gail the Union Rep. (to Carlos): Have you ever dated a patient? More specifically, did you have sex with a patient under your care and impregnate her?
Carlos: We had a consensual kind of relationship.
Gail: When she complained to the department did you state that this young woman was "nuttier than a damn fruitcake" and that when she came to at the accident scene, the day you met and subsequently had sex with her, that she thought you were her guardian angel sent from heaven. So this consensual relationship was, by your own statements, with a mentally disturbed woman?
Bosco (to Yokas): A domestic?
Yokas: Ah, definitely not one of my favorite things.
Bosco (to Claire about the lamp that had flew out of the window and hit the car): This doesn't match anything in my place.
Carlos (to Doc): Didn't I tell you? Everyone who works with her gets screwed somehow.
Kim: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Carlos: If this is about us not working out, I'm sorry.
Kim: "Us"?
Carlos: Let's not pretend that we didn't have a romantic history. If that's why you're not backing here then I'm sorry, you've got some problems.
Kim: You're delusional, Carlos. You can't even pass a woman without making some juvenile creepy comment. If you "accidentally" ever touched any part of my body, I'd want to be boiled.
Carlos: No, I'm not going to let some crazy bitch ruin my life.
Kim: You talking about me or that girl?
Carlos: Take your pick.
D.K.: I'm no one's tart du jour, baby.