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(Luka is singing Copacabana in the car) Abby: (laughing) Okay, well, thanks for the ride. Luka: Heh. That bad, huh? Abby: No... I would just... keep your day job. Luka: What, you never sing in your car? Even when you're alone? Abby: Sometimes I do, yeah. But you're not alone in the car. (giggles) Luka: Yeah, I know. Abby: I'm just kidding, I'm...(long pause) ... Would you like to... (Luka lunges toward her and kisses her passionately)

Abby: How was your little sit-down with Weaver this morning? Luka: Ah, she was telling me and Dr. Clemente how charming we are. Abby: Oh really? Luka: What, you don't think I'm charming? Abby: I think you're extremely charming. I just also think that... (Glenda interrupts with sudden movements) Luka: Whoa. Ah... She was telling us that we have to get along better, you know, be better impression to our residents and be more agreeable. Abby: Hm. Well, that's a lot to ask. Luka: What, you don't think I'm agreeable? Abby: I think you're agreeable, yeah. Luka: Yeah, you still think I'm full of sh... (Glenda smacks Abby in the head) Abby: Ow!

Abby: Do you think we should be doing this? Luka: I do!

Gallant: Come on. I think we can make it. Neela: You try running with a sari on.

(Luka and Abby at the bar, looking at Neela and Gallant) Abby: Ah, young love. They just have to show it off to everybody. (Turning to the bar, with drinks in hand) Luka: Here's to... discretion. Abby: Propriety. Luka: Maturity. Abby: Well... Luka: No. No, not that.

Abby: Dr. Kovac. Luka:(grinning) Dr. Lockhart. Abby: Luka, there's something not right about Glenda. Morris: Hey, that sounds like a movie; There's Something Not Right About Glenda, like Invasion of the Body Snatchers, shaky camera and stuff. Abby: Morris!

Morris: So, are you like Reverend Jerry? Jerry: Actually, I go by Father Superior.

Dubenko: Dr. Gallant, you know the groom isn't really supposed to see the bride on the day of the wedding. Gallant: Yeah, well we have a few details to work out. Dubenko: Nothing that can't wait I hope; Dr. Rasgotra is scrubbing in on this one. Neela: I am? Dubenko: Yeah, you did that open-lap on the paramedic in the middle of the street; I think I can trust you within the confines of a sterile operating room.