Charles: There are lots of clinical trials and new treatments now. I'm sure we can navigate it.
Sharon: We? You mean me. I'm the one who will have to take care of appointments, decisions, treatments...
Charles: What about the kids?
Sharon: They have their own lives. I don't want to make this everyone's problem. But I can't do this. I have a hospital to run, a new relationship that's going well... and now I have to stop everything and take care of my ex-husband. I can't.

Marcel: You blaming yourself? Before you spiral out of control, let me remind you of what's really important: your patient, who is alive and well in large part because you listened to your instincts. Now, you may not be able to take down the medical-iindustrial complex, but you saved a life today. Zola, if that's not good enough, then maybe you should think about another career.

Ripley: I'm not in the mood for a lecture. You don't know Sully. There's only one way to deal with him.
Charles: By tackling him to the ground?

Ripley: He's being irrational. He probably has lung cancer, but he's refusing further testing.
Charles: I'm sorry to hear that.
Ripley: If I let him walk out of here AMA, I'm basically handing him a death sentence.
Charles: Unfortunately, refusing further testing isn't really grounds for questioning someone's decisional capacity.
Ripley: He's got a terminal illness and won't get treatment. Sounds like he's got a problem with his decisional capacity to me.
Charles: Okay, so this is where I have to ask you, would you be pushing for this if he was just a regular patient?

Caleb: If I have this surgery, then what kind of recovery time am I looking at?
Archer: That's a question for your pediatric surgeon.
Caleb: But you've got to have some idea.
Maggie: When your mother comes back from the cafeteria we can talk with her.
Caleb: She's already made up her mind, but it's my life!

Bert: Are you spying on me?
Sharon: I thought since you are having your evaluation at my place of employment I would make myself available to you.
Bert: I told you, I'm fine. And I don't need a babysitter.

Maggie: How did you know I slept here?
Doris: You're combing your bed hair.

Ripley: I keep thinking about what kind of life Jimmy might have had if only...
Charles: If only they hadn't given up on him?

Maggie: It's real.
Hannah: I'm sorry.
Maggie: Thank you for not saying now I can move on or something ridiculous like that.

Bert: This was a setup from the beginning. You brought me in here for this.
Sharon: I apologize, Bert, but Tara has been so worried.
Bert: Don't put this on Tara. This was you, and you're in on it too. You want to put me away so you can get your hands on my pension. Couple of crooks.
Charles: Bert. How long have we been friends? 40 years?
Bert: 40 years, but not anymore. And what was that law power I gave you?
Sharon: Power of attorney.
Bert: Yeah, that. I don't want you to have that anymore.

Charles: Jimmy had a lobotomy? But those haven't been done in 60 years. He must have been a kid.
Ripley: He was probably a behavior problem. So Dr. Sorensen put a skewer in his brain.

Everyone said the fetus couldn't survive, but it was still alive so the doctor didn't want to do a D&C. She was afraid of getting arrested. That can happen where we live.

Eric