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Clive Babineaux : Zombies! Heh. I would be a dangerous man if the zombies came. I wouldn't be makin' any mistakes. Is that a scratch on my grandmother?
[shouts]
Clive Babineaux : Blam!
[softly speaks]
Clive Babineaux : Oh. Hasta la vista, meemaw.
Liv Moore : Chivalry is dead.
Clive Babineaux : Oh, but Clive is alive.
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[first lines]
Liv Moore : [narrating] This was my life before I died.
EMT : 17-year-old male. Went down playing basketball 20 minutes ago.
Monica : I've got no pulse!
Liv Moore : He's cyanotic!
Monica : Where, the hell, is our chief resident. Did someone page Doctor Jeffries?
Liv Moore : I need xray, pulse ox, and a central line, now. And the biggest needle you've got. We're doing this now.
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[last lines]
Liv Moore : [narrating] I wanted to do something with my life. I wanted to help people. Not, necessarily, as a zombie psychic who eats murder victim brains, but still, I so nailed it today. I've spent five months bemoaning all that was taken from me. It never occurred to me that I'd have something to give. A way to contribute. A reason for being not alive. To sleep, perchance to not dream. All I needed was some hope that there was a future that I fit into somehow. At last. Sweet blissful sleep.
[wakes up in a panic]
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Liv Moore : [voice-over] When you die, life goes on without you. If you're among the living dead, you're around to watch. Giving up my dream of becoming a heart surgeon was depressing. Eating brains sucks beyond words. But seeing major possibly moving on with someone else? That's my threshold. That's the soul crusher.
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Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti : So, in the five months you've been here, what's the weirdest thing you've seen?
Liv Moore : You drinking cereal milk over a corpse?
Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti : I like that you always keep it under 15 syllables. It gives us a good rhythm. Working with my last resident was like prepping for the Newlywed Game. "Oh, what's your favorite color?" "How old were you when you first touched a boob?" It's nice to know I can dissect a Jane Doe's spleen without feeling obligated to list my top desert island albums.
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Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti : The detective on his case needed me to open him back up. Guess what he was missing?
Liv Moore : A strong male role model?
Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti : And a half-pound of brain.
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Liv Moore : [voice-over] They call death "the eternal sleep". But I haven't slept in five months. I tortured myself obsessing over every worst-case scenario, like my best friend catching me eating brains, or my brother being consumed in a zombie apocalypse I unwittingly bring on. But it's not like I can talk it out or confide in my loved ones about what's going on with me. I have no idea who I am anymore. What purpose, if any, I serve.
[pause]
Liv Moore : But the real question is, why do I suddenly, desperately need a handful of plastic eyeballs?
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Liv Moore : I'm having a hard enough time pretending I'm alive, let alone throwing a performance as a psychic into my repertoire.
Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti : Liv, you ate the girl's temporal lobe. Going to the police with her potential murderer is the least you can do.
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Liv Moore : [voice-over] I can't refuse to be dead. I can't eat a ham sandwich and feel like a sated normal human being. I can't have sex, or tell the people I love what's going on with me, but I can choose not to have a drawer full of fake eyeballs and strangers' tchotchkes. I can choose to be a decent person. I can choose to help find justice for a fellow dead girl.
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Liv Moore : So 'you are what you eat' isn't just a bitchy thing my mother says about fat people.
