Thirtysomething1987

Eleanor Krieger:
You're dressed up. Sort of.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
Yeah, I'm going to the Art Center. They're mounting a student shut-in, so I said I'd...

Eleanor Krieger:
You're not going back to work!

Nancy Krieger Weston:
No. I just need to get out of here.

Eleanor Krieger:
Please, don't try to do too much.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
I won't.

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
Leave her alone, Ma.

Eleanor Krieger:
The doctors said it was important for you to...

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
We all know what the doctors said.

Eleanor Krieger:
We don't want to second-guess the doctors.

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
Why not? They're not infallible.

Eleanor Krieger:
Please, don't.

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
What?

Eleanor Krieger:
It's important for Nancy to trust her doctors. She needs to know that...

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
Look, I have seen a hundred cases like this. And I know that what you're...

Eleanor Krieger:
You're not an MD.

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
Thanks to you!

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[as the doorbell rings] That's my cab.

Eleanor Krieger:
Your cab?

Elliot Weston:
Honey, I'll give you a ride.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
No, that's all right. I'm fine.

Elliot Weston:
You need some cash?

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[going out the door] Oh, for goodness sakes, I had a hysterectomy not a lobotomy!