St. Elsewhere, Season 3

Nurse Daniels:
Take my word, Ehrlich, the scar's right where you left it.

Dr. Ehrlich:
Hey babe, please. I'm the medico here, okay? [Trying to look at Shirley's scar] So let's undo mister bow, pull the gown back, and take a peak.

Nurse Daniels:
Your hands are cold.

Dr. Ehrlich:
Yes, but my smile is warm.

Nurse Daniels:
[Grabs Ehrlich's hand and shoves it] And the traverse stops here.

Dr. Ehrlich:
Easy. I know it's not the cleanest appendectomy of the New Year, but consider the incredible pressure I was under. You, a demented killer, we almost dated once. I have great difficulty excising a vestigial organ, knowing that right around the bend, it's a cervical us. Trust me, Citizen Kane's dying thought wasn't a fond remembrance of a childhood sled, okay?

Nurse Daniels:
I don't mind the scar. Besides, I'm not planning on logging any bikini time for a while.

Dr. Ehrlich:
Surely they won't send you to prison. Will they, Shirley?

Nurse Daniels:
Eventually. Until then, I got to find a job.

Dr. Ehrlich:
Okay, embroider pillows. It's a growing cottage industry, you're home alone, no one gets hurt.

Nurse Daniels:
My lawyer scheduled a meeting with Auschlander, trying to get me reinstated in emergency.

Dr. Ehrlich:
If you need a character reference, let me know. Despite what anybody may have told you, I've always been in your corner.

Nurse Daniels:
I know your heart's in the right place. So was Peter White's.

Dr. Ehrlich:
I got to go.

Nurse Daniels:
Cause if it wasn't, I'd have had to pull a trigger a third time, and blast a hole through his skull.

Dr. Ehrlich:
[Coughing] I got to go. I'll talk to you.