- Trae Adams: [casually] Hey.
- Nurse Veronica Flanagan Callahan: [gasps] What are you doing here?
- Trae Adams: [smiles and stays silent as he licks his lips teasingly]
- Nurse Veronica Flanagan Callahan: [smiles wanly, but is obviously terrified and disturbed] I *killed* you.
- Trae Adams: Yes, you did.
- [looks her up and down]
- Trae Adams: And you look like ass, by the way.
- Nurse Veronica Flanagan Callahan: Okay... okay.
- [scratches her nose, looks away]
- Nurse Veronica Flanagan Callahan: I'm going to count to three. And when I turn around, you're going to be gone.
- Trae Adams: Okay.
- Nurse Veronica Flanagan Callahan: Shut up.
- [looks away, closes her eyes]
- Nurse Veronica Flanagan Callahan: One... two... three.
- [turns around slowly]
- Trae Adams: [he is right up in her face, smiling] How's it goin'?
- Nurse Veronica Flanagan Callahan: [softly] BAD.
- Trae Adams: Yeah?
- [she nods]
- Trae Adams: Me, too.
- [points at her accusingly]
- Trae Adams: YOU shot me to death.
- Nurse Veronica Flanagan Callahan: Uh-uh. Uh-uh.
- [shakes her head as he nods in response]
- Nurse Veronica Flanagan Callahan: That's not exactly how it happened. It's not like you were just standing around and eating a cruller when I ran up and SHOT YOU. I had no choice. YOU were going to shoot ME.
- Trae Adams: [unruffled] Are we going to argue about this all day, or are we going to go get a drink?
- Dr. Chris Sands: Hey, Chloe - have you seen Veronica?
- Nurse Chloe Payne: Not unless she was in my toilet bowl. Which is where I spent most of my morning.
- [Dr. Sands looks at her curiously]
- Nurse Chloe Payne: Tequila.
- Dr. Chris Sands: [sympathetically] Ah.