Romano: Who supplies the nurses' scrubs? Abby: Allied. Romano: Switch to Linderman's; they hug booty better.
Romano: Hey, Green card! I want all your performance evaluations by day's end. Luka: Why? Romano: I want something to read while I'm on the can. Why do you think, Igor? You're on my hit list.
Kid: What happened to your arm? Romano: Are you physically incapable of keeping your mouth shut? Kid; Were you born that way or something? Romano: None of your beeswax.
Lewis: Brand new leather gloves [stolen] out of my locker. Luka: Real leather? Lewis: Yeah. Why? Jerry: Animals died to make them.
Romano: Hey you! Where are your parents? Kid: I don't have any. They died in a car crash last year. Romano: Bummer.
Romano: Tell Lewis to gag him, sedate him, or kill him! Chuny: ...she's on break.
Elizabeth: So, how's it going down here? Susan: Want to hear something scary? I miss Weaver.
Romano: Get rid of this coffee machine in here! You losers can pay for your own java!!!
Jerry: You can, however, fire care partners. Romano: What the hell's a care partner? Jerry: It's like a non-union orderly. Romano: You! What's your name? Orderly: Jim. Romano: You pay union dues, Jim? Orderly: No. Romano: Good. You're fired.
(Luka, Carter and Abby are in the elevator) Luka: Should be interesting, Romano in charge. (pause) Seen any movies lately? (pause) Carter: Nope. Luka: Try that sushi place by the pier yet? Abby: No. Luka: It's good. (pause) Long time now... That you've been together, a year? Carter: Almost. Luka: That's nice. (elevator door opens)
Lukaism: Listen, I didn't mean to be nosy before. Just making a little talk. Abby: Small talk.
Romano: If you take much longer you're going to be sewing scabs. I love watching med students suture; reminds me of how good I am. Gallant: Was. Romano: What did you say? Patient: He said "was." Romano: (to Gallant) Loose stools in Exam 4. Knock yourself out.
Romano: (shouting at Carter) This is my ER now. Everyone's replaceable. Even you!
Weaver: All right, which one of you smartasses stole my crutch?
Romano: (to Luka) If you want to chew the fat with the peasants back home, dial 10-10-Call the Third World.
Romano: Hey pituitary boy. Jerry: You talking to me? Romano: Hey, I lost my arm, not my olfractory nerve. ...sic security on that bum taking a crap over there.
Music: "Highway to Hell," AC/DC
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