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(Luka is at home, speaking to a lady friend about why he didn't want to write a letter of recommendation for Gallant) Luka: A letter from me wouldn't mean much. They only tolerate me, know I can burn through a shift. Tomorrow I'll get up and do it again. Woman: Have you thought about taking some time off? Luka: Yeah, maybe moving home. I don't know. There's a cartoon I once saw in a magazine; a little man is sitting in a room with two doors. One door says "do not enter," and the other door says "do not exit." So he just sits there, holding his hat. Woman: We only have 15 minutes left. Did you want to keep talking, or do you want to get to it? (we realize the woman is a prostitute)

Luka: Medicine was exciting, powerful, alive. Today we saved a teenager's sight. I saved a child's life. I didn't feel it. Didn't feel anything.

Luka: They believe what you tell them. They have to trust you. You're the doctor, you know best. But I don't, I guess. I lie, say the same thing to people over and over again till I can hardly make the words come out of my mouth anymore. It's really hard not to be disgusted. With yourself, with the system, everyone you work with... even with the people you're supposed to help.

Carter: You know, right? Abby: Know what? Carter: That night at the restaurant. I had a ring. You knew that, right? Abby: I figured if you wanted to talk about it, you would've. Carter: I didn't go through with it because at that moment it just felt... It did'nt feel right. And I don't why. But I wish I did know why. I think that the fact that I didn't do it, means that there's something that's not working. Abby: I get it. It's O.k. I gotta go. Carter: You get it? Well that's good. Maybe you can explain it to me, 'cause I don't get it. I know that I show up for work and you're acting like a completely changed person. And I think that's great. If that's real. The patch, the sponsor... Abby: Real?! Carter: For real, for you. Or is this something that's gonna be thrown out the window the next time something bad happens? Cause if you're trying to prove something to me... Abby: What? Carter: Like some kind of quick fix. Abby: I didn't do it for you! I woke up sick of my self, o.k? And if you're sick of me, and just all of it, I don't blame you! Carter: I'm not sick of you. How do you hear that? Abby: Because all I ever do is disappoint you. I feel like all I'm ever going to do is disappoint you... Carter: Stop. Abby: ...I've said this before, I don't know why you're... Carter: Stop! Stop!!! Stop with this whole routine! This fatalistic, black-cloud, nothing good is ever going to happen to me routine! Abby: The problem is, it's not a routine. Carter: Hey! What do I have to say? What do I have to do to get through to you?

Frank: Can you get rabies from a fish? Carter: No. Frank: You sure? Carter: Pretty sure. Call me if you start growing gills.

(about a patient whose vomit is green) Luka: Is that bile? Carter: ...Seventeen jello shots.