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Neela: Uh, Ray. When you get home, take the back stairs. The front ones are kinda frozen. Ray: You didn't shovel? Neela: You're kidding, right? ... Oh, and the kitchen window, I couldn't get it to close all the way. Ray: Meaning...? Neela: Meaning there's snow in the kitchen. A bit of a build up, actually. So you might wanna try turning the oven on and leaving the door open. Ray: So it'll melt? Neela: It's just a suggestion. Abby: She used to be my roommate.

Neela: So it's already an every night kind of thing? Abby: Since he started surgical rotation, yeah. Dubenko is working him pretty hard, and my place is closer to the hospital. Neela: Oh, I see. So sleeping over is basically a convenience. Abby: No, we do like each other. And do you know his real name isn't Jake? It's George. It's actually a kind of funny story. I mean, not "funny" funny, but it's... (Neela gives her a look) Abby: Sorry.

(there's a fight, and Neela picks up a bedpan to use as a weapon) Neela: What the hell am I doing? (Weaver walks by) Weaver: Who's winning? Sam: Neela was about to deck somebody with a bedpan. Jerry: I've always wanted to see something like that. Sam: It's hard to let go of a dream, isn't it, Jerry?

Abby: In what possible universe would I say the words "Let's polka?" Jake: I'm telling you. In your sleep, two nights ago. Look, I'm not making this up. You don't think I was surprised? Abby: I don't talk in my sleep. Jake: How do you know? Abby: Even if I did, I wouldn't say "polka." I wouldn't even say "dance." I don't dance. Well, maybe once when I was a kid, I did the limbo. Jake: Yeah, maybe that was it. Maybe it was the limbo.