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Hanna: You know Yiddish, Dr. Greene? Greene: A little from my grandmother. Hanna: But you are a religious man? Greene: I'm the son of an agnostic Jew and a lapsed Catholic. Hanna: You're no good at all.

Susan: You've heard me sing. Poor Susie, she hears the first line of "Rock A Bye Baby" and goes to sleep as a defense mechanism!

Carol: Doesn't he remind you of somebody? Mark: What, you kidding? He's the spitting image. Carol: I mean, I know it's ridiculous, but still . . . Mark: No, no he looks just like him. When he was old, right before he died. Carol: Before who died? Mark: Jerry Garcia. That's who we're talking about, isn't it?

(singing Christmas carols in the Recovery wing ) Carol: On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me... uhhh... (the rest of the ER staff enters) Doug: Twelve tone deaf doctors. Mark: Eleven lords a lording. Susan: Ten drummers drumming. Carter: Nine something something. Lydia: Eight maids a milking. Malik: Seven swans a swatting. Harper: Six geese a gagging. Everyone: Five golden rings. Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtledoves, and a partridge in a pear tree.