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Romano: Who supplies the nurses' scrubs?
Abby: Allied.
Romano: Switch to Linderman's; they hug booty better.
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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.
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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.
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Lewis: Brand new leather gloves [stolen] out of my locker.
Luka: Real leather?
Lewis: Yeah. Why?
Jerry: Animals died to make them.
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Romano: Hey you! Where are your parents?
Kid: I don't have any. They died in a car crash last year.
Romano: Bummer.
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Romano: Tell Lewis to gag him, sedate him, or kill him!
Chuny: ...she's on break.
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Elizabeth: So, how's it going down here?
Susan: Want to hear something scary? I miss Weaver.
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Romano: Get rid of this coffee machine in here! You losers can pay for your own java!!!
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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.
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(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)
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Lukaism: Listen, I didn't mean to be nosy before. Just making a little talk.
Abby: Small talk.
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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.
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Romano: (shouting at Carter) This is my ER now. Everyone's replaceable. Even you!
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Weaver: All right, which one of you smartasses stole my crutch?
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Romano: (to Luka) If you want to chew the fat with the peasants back home, dial 10-10-Call the Third World.
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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.