Neela: Frank, I'm leaving. I need my cookies.
Frank: (looking around) Fellas?
Neela: Today would be nice.
Ray: Hey Neela, we need to have a talk.
Morris: Yeah, uhm... Because we care about you...
Neela: (cutting Morris off) Since when?
Frank: You know, it just makes this more difficult if you're a...
Neela: Have you all been hit on the head with a mallet? What are you blathering on about?
Frank: Your cookies.
Neela: My cookies?
Morris: Yeah, uhm... After careful consideration from your ER peers, plus Hector in janitorial services...
Frank: Just the feeling is, your cookies are...
Ray: The worst cookies ever made in the history of baking.
Neela: (laughingly) Shut up. (long, silent pause, then angrily, while leaving) Bollocks to you all!
Morris: (calling after Neela) The truth hurts!