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(Talking to Luka, upon his return to the ER) Bishop: I came here because I prefer your care.

(Kerry still in bed...Legaspi sitting on bed in a robe) Legaspi: I need to dry my hair. (She kisses Kerry's hand, Kerry smiles.) Legaspi: Are you going to watch me again? Kerry: Um hmm.

Abby: You watch me when we make love. Luka: You're beautiful. Abby: What was her name? Luka: Who? Abby: Your wife. Luka: Danijela. Abby: Did you love her very much? Luka: Yeah. Abby: I'm glad.

(Luka is standing outside in the snow, looking up at the sky) Abby: Luka? What are you doing? Luka: I, I couldn't find a forest. Abby: What? (silence) You brought Bishop Stewart back in? How's he doing? Luka: He's dying. Abby: He might surprise you. We get enough miracles around here, why not one more? (silence) I'm freezing. Ready to go home? Luka: Yeah.

The Bishop: As I was sitting here, I was reminded of the night I chose to become a priest. I had been struggling with it for a long time. Several years. Anyway, that night I could'nt sleep. So I, I got up and went for a walk in the woods behind my fathers house. It was snowing like it is now. I don't have any idea how long I walked, but at a certain point I realised I did'nt know which way to go. I'd gotten lost. I was frightened. As I looked up into that dark night, he came to me. I saw all those millions of snow-flakes drifting down toward me. So still. So peaceful. Perfect. And I was filled with the love of our Lord Jesus Christ. Like pouring wine into an empty glass. I'm afraid I may have waisted my life. For some reason, that I never accomplished the things I should've. What God wanted of me. And now I'm frightened. I'm afraid of dying. There, I said it. I am afraid to die.

Malucci: That Legaspi's girlfriend, I hear she's gay. Weaver: I don't know. Malucci: What I wouldn't pay to drop in on that little party, huh!

(Abby and Luka are in bed) Abby: You're okay? Luka: Uh huh. You? Abby: A penny for your thoughts! Luka: Pardon? Abby: It means, it means "what're you thinking about"? Luka: Nothing really... I was thinking about the bishop. Abby: Making love with me makes you think of a priest with lupus?

Elizabeth: It's despicable, Kerry, I hope some day you come down with a potentially terminal illness so I can do absolutely nothing to help you.

Mark: I hope my irradiated head doesn't screw up any navigational equipment on our next flight.