Abby: I don't know. You knew I didn't want you to go, and you went anyway. What, were you trying to hurt me?
Carter: Why would I want to hurt you?
Abby: I, I don't know! I don't know! Why would you want to hurt me?
Carter: It wasn't about you.
Abby: Oh, come on! You weren't even going to tell me you were going! If I hadn't bumped in to you when you were leaving, I wouldn't even have known!
Carter: I wasn't trying to hurt you. I wanted to feel like I was really doing something.
Abby: Did you even think about me?
Abby: Okay, what did you think (pause) What did you think? I don't know why you bothered to come back (she starts walking away)
Carter: Oh, you're just going to walk away?
Carter: Okay, walk away Abby. That's what you do best.
Abby: You want to know what you do best? You make this all about my problems, but you know what? You have some problems too. You've got some really big problems.
Abby: Where's Luka?
Carter: Is that what this is about?
Carter: Luka's fine. Luka's more than fine.
Abby: What does that mean?
Abby: Nothing. You know we don't talk?
Carter: We're not talking now?
Abby: Your mouth is moving, I mean, you give the impression we're having a real conversation, but when you finish, I have no idea what you're thinking.
Carter: I was trying to tell you about Africa.
Neela: The phone was ringing and no one was around, so I thought I should answer it.
Frank: Big mistake.
Neela: It's long-distance, overseas, for a Dr.Carter.
Frank: 'Course, who else? Take a message.
Neela: (on the phone Yeah, can I take a message? (to Frank) They say it's important. Someone who's died.
Neela: Someone named Kovac. A Dr. Kovac.
Romano: This department is a money pit!
Weaver: We have more people coming through the door everyday, and we're legally obligated to treat them.
Romano: Which is why we should grab some wood, nail the entrance shut and paint "go away" in big letters.
Chen: Dr. Romano, you're back.
Romano: Yeah, try to hide your wild enthusiasm at my return. I find overt displays of emotion embarassing.
Neela: Excuse me. Can you help me, sir?
Frank: You need to find a triage nurse.
Neela: No, I'm sorry. I work here.
Frank: Lucky you.
Neela: I-I'm supposed to start today. Neela Rasgotra?
Frank: Rag what?
Frank: Don't we hire Americans anymore?
Abby: Make up for it how?
Susan: Flowers, a nice dinner. If you're really mad, jewelry.
Abby: I could use a new transmission for my car.
Susan: You're a real romantic, you know that?
Susan: He came straight from the airport to your place. That's got to tell you something.
Abby: What? He's horny?
Neela: What's a TWA?
Neela: What's a TWA?
Pratt: Where did you hear that?
Neela: The old guy at the desk with the flat head (referring to Frank) called me a TWA. I don't know what it means.
Pratt: (shaking his head) Third world assassin, TWA.
Lewis: If he [Romano] starts in on me I'll cut his other arm off.
Abby: Get a saw. I'll hold him down.
Gallant: (to Neela) Oooh, penile discharge; probably not your best first patient.
Romano: Who was that?
Frank: One of those University of Calcutta carpetbaggers you people insist on hiring.
Jerry: I think she said she went to Yale.
Frank: Yeah, her daddy's probably a drug lord. Built a new wing on the Yale library with his poppy profits. How's the arm?
Romano: Gone. How's your prostate?
Frank: The size of your head. I'm up 4 times a night to pee. Hey, what's with the beard?
Romano: I hear the ladies like it.