Dr. Neela Rasgotra: [after Gallant covered her mistake] What you did was the sweetest, dumbest thing anyone has ever done for me.
Chuck Martin: How does a guy like that get to be such a freak?
Dr. Susan Lewis: Born with a y-chromosome?
Chuck Martin: Oh, so all men are twisted?
Dr. Susan Lewis: You said it!
Chuck Martin: You hate men.
Dr. Susan Lewis: If it weren't for sperm and heavy lifting you'd all be useless.
Dr. Susan Lewis: It's so sweet seeing them growing up.
Jerry Markovic: Who? Babies?
Dr. Susan Lewis: No, men.
Frank Martin: Where the hell are my last two paychecks?
Jerry Markovic: I've been holding them for you.
Frank Martin: Where, in your wallet?
Chuck Martin: I think we have a case of sympathetic pregnancy going on here.
Dr. Susan Lewis: Excuse me?
Chuck Martin: I have all the symptoms: nausea, gas, increased salivation, cravings... I've gotta pee all the time...
Dr. Susan Lewis: You had all that before I got pregnant.
Dr. Neela Rasgotra: I don't like working on old people, or children, or drunks...
Michael Gallant: [sarcastically] And what's with all the sick people? They make it such a drag.
[Neela rolls her eyes]
Michael Gallant: Listen, he's just motivating you for the match rankings.
Dr. Neela Rasgotra: You know what? Maybe they're right. Maybe this job's just too... fast for me, too unpredictable...
Michael Gallant: It's a big hospital. If the ER's not a good fit...
Dr. Neela Rasgotra: Then what? The NICU made me want to jump off the roof, Peds is full of screaming brats and anxious parents, and OB-GYN is a lifetime of overnights and malpractice suits! I could go into research or teaching, but is that really why I became a doctor?
Michael Gallant: I'm sorry, were you talking to me?
[Neela slaps his arm in exasperation; he laughs]
Michael Gallant: You know, this place is so up and down. You learn to... ride through the rough days. I did.
Dr. Neela Rasgotra: You were probably good from the start.
Michael Gallant: You kidding me? I came in young, dumb and scared. At least, you... you're good with the books.
Dr. Neela Rasgotra: You really like it here?
Michael Gallant: I wouldn't stay if I didn't.
Dr. Susan Lewis: [about Neela] She'll be a star in internal medicine or research, something using your intellect, but she's not an ER doc.
John Carter: Since when did intellect become a liability to working in the ER?
Kerry Weaver: There was a memo while you were in Africa.
John Carter: Neela, we were ranking fourth-year med students in there. And everybody agreed you're really bright and we really like working with you.
Dr. Neela Rasgotra: Someone spoke poorly of me?
John Carter: Well, nobody in particular.
Dr. Neela Rasgotra: Was it Dr. Chen? Because she's had it in for me...
John Carter: Neela, you have to be more decisive. Okay, you have to be more... proactive.
Dr. Neela Rasgotra: They feel I'm too passive?
John Carter: Tell you what, for the next four hours, you are a doctor. I want you to carry a minimum of three patients at all times. Start their workups, order their labs and meds, and present back to me only after you've put your own diagnostic plan into action. Today, you're a shark.
Dr. Neela Rasgotra: Shark?
John Carter: Keep swimming or you die.
Luka Kovac: [Luka treats a guy who was punched in the face by Chuck after he harassed Susan] Sit still. As long as I'm stitching your lip, you have no freedom of speech.
Dr. Susan Lewis: You know, I can't wait to pop this baby out so men'll quit looking at me either like I'm Mother Teresa or the cover of "Maxim."
Kerry Weaver: A young man comes in here and dies of a lethal drug reaction that could have been prevented with one phone call. Next time, why don't we just send a blank check to the family's attorney.
Michael Gallant: [to Carter about Neela] You know, you guys you guys sit up there and you decide who's going to go and who's going to stay. I mean, why did you have to push her? Hmm? Why'd you have to push her? The only reason she screwed up is because you scared her into thinking she wasn't good enough! She wasn't cutting it!
John Carter: We're talking about you now, Michael.