St. Elsewhere, Season 3

Dr. Morrison:
Hi, Wayne.

Dr. Fiscus:
Wanna bet how long it takes this three-year-old to pass a mood ring?

Dr. Morrison:
Not a gambling man.

Dr. Fiscus:
How about Peter? He's good at beating the odds.

Dr. White:
[Morrison approaches White] Let's have a look at this skull series.

Dr. Morrison:
The waters' view is clear.

Dr. White:
You think Megan and Timothy have changed much?

Dr. Morrison:
Probably. But they're still your kids.

Dr. White:
I'm telling ya, I'm gonna put things back together with Myra.

Dr. Fiscus:
Good. Then you can go up to the psych ward and tell Cathy Martin you're sorry you put her in a straight jacket.

Dr. White:
Hey Fiscus, you shut up.

Dr. Fiscus:
Jack, you haven't lived till you've seen Peter in action. I had the good fortune to catch his act once, and believe me, he's got a certain way with women. Unfortunately, it's a felony.

Dr. White:
You know, you really oughta talk, Fiscus. There isn't a woman in this hospital you haven't hit on.

Dr. Fiscus:
Took a lot of hard work, concentration, and a ski mask to get Peter where he is today. You know something for Myra's sake, I hope she's found another man.

[White and Fiscus have a scuffle]

Dr. Morrison:
[Stepping in to break up the scuffle] Enough! That's enough, all right? That's enough, Peter!

[Peter takes his X-rays and walks out]

Dr. Morrison:
Why can't you leave him alone? Why can't everybody just leave him alone?

Dr. Fiscus:
He's doing a con job on you, Jack, and I don't know why you just lie back and enjoy it.