In victory, I get your stethoscope. It’s a trophy. You’re lucky we’re not back in olden times – I’d-a made a necklace outta your teeth.

Or…we could skip the day-trip to Unnecessary Land and instead simply concede that Mrs. Wilk is my patient and that, while we are both attendings, we are in no way equals – we are in fact not equals. We are – hmmm! – unequals.

You’re actually encouraging him to cross-dress on the same day that you’re introducing him to a religion that will condemn him to Hell for it. That’s a trauma twofer.

Anyway, I just invited Paige to come by. Mr. Donnelly’s labs came back and it looks like the steroid is finally working. If you happen to be keeping score at home, that would be Medicine, One – God, Zero.

Jordan, here’s the plan: I’m gonna go ahead and cram an entire evening’s worth of drinking into the next five minutes. Now, you just make sure not to engage them. Be particularly aware of the blonde talky one – I’ve worked with her before – she has no off button.

Totally worth it. I need one of you two clowns to do a work up on this guy. It’s going to be a giant pain in the ass.

Yeah. Gotta vomit first.

Excuse me, I need a moment of silence so I can get into a meditative state where I block out any irritating white noise. I call it my happy place.

Show me a wink. Show me the wink. Give me the wink.

You’ve put me in an awkward spot because I’m a healer and I want to help, but speaking to you would acknowledge your existence. You don’t exist. So I’m going to address the stapler. Hi, stapler. The red is killer. By the way, there’s a Dr. Brownsfield who is just the most wonderful bone guy. […]