Kel: I don't know, Dix, I just can't diagnose your problem.
Dixie: Maybe that's because I haven't got one.
Kel: Then what are you mad about.
Dixie: I'm not mad. I'm just concerned about young student nurses not being frighened away from the hospital in their first week because of a grouch doctor who has zero understanding.
Kel: That student nurse pulled a completely inexcusable stunt and you know it.
Dixie: And it's my job to make sure their mistakes are corrected, not yours. You had no business jumping on her like you did.
Kel: We covered that subject last night too.
Dixie: Only part of it, you walked out, remember?
Kel: I didn't feel like I was welcome anymore.
Dixie: That's no reason to walk out on a perfectly good dinner. Which by the way, I spent two hours preparing.
Kel: Preparing what, the dinner or the arguement?
Dixie: Oh you're impossible, Dr. Brackett, absolutely impossible.
Kel: It's just that I resent being set up for the kill. I thought we had a pact, Dix. Hospital business stays at the hospital.
Dixie: I merely mentioned it in passing.
Kel: Yeah, like a passing truck.
Dixie: Why is it you make such a big deal out of everything?
PA: Dr. Bracket, Dr. Bracket, go to treatment 5.
Kel: Who was it who made such a big deal out of me critizing that student nurse.
Dixie: Treatment 5, Dr. Brackett. I'll wash your cup.
Kel: (rising to leave) Thanks.