General Hospital: Night Shift

Kyle: It's kind of like a high, you know? I mean, we're actually doing it, saving lives. I've been waiting to do this ever since I was like, I don't know, six. Claire: Really? Kyle: Yeah. You haven't? Claire: I may have been playing doctor when I was six, but it had nothing to do with saving lives.

Robin: Do you think it's true? That you can't teach an old dog new tricks? Saira: It depends on the dog you're talking about. Robin: Okay, take a wild guess. Saira: Patrick. Robin: Every time I think we're in a good place, something else comes up. Some skeleton in his closet. Usually a tall blonde skeleton with big boobs. Saira: They're the worst kind.

Robert: (about Patrick) Look, let me ask you this: how does a career feminist like yourself wind up with a lounge lizard like him? Robin: I don't know. You know what they say: Girls fall in love with men exactly like their fathers.

Danielle: You know, I moved out here to Paris right after college. I, I just wanted to have fun, you know, see some art and travel. And then Jean hit me like a, a hurricane. He sent me love letters, flowers. He even wrote me a song on his guitar. Claire: Men can be so cruel. Danielle: Yeah, which I quickly realized when I came out of my room in my hostel one morning and he was coming out of some Algerian girl's room. Claire: There's always an Algerian girl. Always. I mean, or, in my case, a Poughkeepsie girl.

Kyle: I am so sorry. Here I am chatting you up when I should be asking what seems to be the problem. Estelle: It's my kitty. Kyle: Is it sick? Estelle: I'm afraid so. Kyle: Well, we don't treat animals here, but I can refer you to a wonderful veterinarian. Estelle: No. My kitty, you know, down there. (Estelle looks down) Kyle: Oh.