Callie: 27 new e-mails about where my research goes next. (laughs) It should sound like a cash register to you.
Jackson: Can you go bug Shepherd for his vote, please?
Callie: Oh, I plan to, and I'm sure I'll get it. Shepherd knows we bought this hospital so that we could all be the doctors we want to be. I'm not living my dream. My dreams are big and bright and filled with extremely shiny machines that grow cartilage out of thin air.