Whose Appy Now?
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Heather: Knock-knock.
Mark: Who's there?
Heather: Me - you want company?

Hicks: Mornin', Carter, what you got?
Carter: City bus verses drunk pedestrian.

Amigo de Doug: So, white men *can* jump?
Doug: Yeah, but they can't land.

Doug: So, what's in there?
Kerry: Looks like a jacks ball.

Kerry: What on earth made you think to do that?

Jackie: She's pregnant . . . how could you be so stupid?

(Doug para Mark)
Doug: How'd you end up dating three women on the same night?

Doug: Bulls. Say no more.

Doug: Claim a fire here.
Mark: I can juggle.
Doug: And get burnt.

Doug: I don't do that anymore.
Mark: So, what do you do now?
Doug: Give advice.

Carter: Satisfactory work. Thanks for everything.

Kerry: Trouble in the sandbox?

Kerry: Nice technique. Where'd you learn that?
Carter: <Olhando para Benton> I don't remember.

Paciente: One . . . two . . . three . . .
Mark: Mister?
Paciente: One . . . two . . . three . . . one . . . two . . .
Mark: I'm Doctor Greene. Can I help you?
Paciente: One . . . two . . . three . . . I can't help you, I'm busy.

Mark: <ofegante> I'm really sick. I'm gonna have to cancel. Ah-choo!
Chuny: Bless you.
Jerry: He's not sick, he's blowing off a date.
Chuny: Two at once, I see?

Mãe de Jad: Katie, what are you doing here? Are you trying to kill him?
Katie: He'd rather be dead than be with you!

Greg: Staphylococcus is not discriminative.

Carter: He's arresting.
Maggie: Let's shock him.
Carter: Wanna do the honors?

Wendy: I'd better have this weekend off - I have National Guard duty.

Kerry: Lydia, can you assist?
Lydia: *Dr. Benton*?

Mark: So, now it's drinks with Nina and basketball with Heather.
Doug <distraido>: Yeah, mmm-hmm.

Hicks: Oh, my God, it's true. I thought the nurses were kidding.

Benton: Come on, let's get this thing on the road.
Enfermeira: Ready to prep? Lift the gown . . .

Maggie: My dad's a cop. We talk ammunition at the dinner table.
Carter: Really?
Maggie: You should see my gun collection.

Carter: It's kinda boring . . .
Hicks: You haven't seen the patient yet.
Carter: Oh-oh-oh-oh, there is a God.

Jad <para Doug>: Screw you . . . what about me?

Doug: She's afraid of losing you.
Jad: She's gonna lose me anyway.

Haleh: Hey, look who it is.
Carol: Hi.
Lydia: We've missed you.
Carol: Thanks.

Benton: Carter?
Carter: Don't worry, Doctor Benton, I am going to take very good care of you.

Mãe de Jad: I don't know what to do.
Doug: He does.

Holly: You're not sick.
Jerry: <Chacoalhando sua soda ao fundo.>
Mark: But I'm starting to feel a little nauseus.

Carter: I often practice on pigs' feet, but since Doctor Benton is available . . .

Paciente <sobre o cocktail contra AIDS>: It's like I was on death row and the governor called. It takes a little getting used to, but it's a hell of a lot better than dying.

Benton: What's going on?
Carter: You're in recovery. I just took out your appendix.

Mark: I want to appologise - I was a complete jerk
Nina: Mmm-hmm.

Greg: Do you like Zabaglione?
Jeannie: Should I?
Greg: I know a great Italian place.

Doug: I'm sorry.
Jad: <Faz um gesto obceno com os dedos para Doug>

Chuny: Men are so stupid.

Carter: What are you doing?
Maggie: Practicing one-handed sutures.
Carter: What's that?
Maggie: It's an eggplant.
Carter: They run out of pigs' feet?
Maggie: I'm a vegetarian.

Mark: Would you like some more champagne?
Doug: You trying to get me drunk?

Jeannie: I'm afraid.
Greg: Of what?
Jeannie: Of liking you too much.
<Eles beijam-se.>
Greg: What's wrong?
Jeannie: Nobody's done that in a really long time . . . aren't you afraid?
<Ao invés de responder ele a beija.>