How come? How long? How many? Sounds like a betting grid to me. We are back.

Javadi: I feel like an asshole. All they want is more time with their mother. All I want is less time with mine.

I love you. Thank you. I forgive you. Please forgive me.

We always offer. Two most important things: That they know we're here, and that we'll never stop offering.

ROXIE: It feels like a cruel joke. Why give me children and a husband I adore if you're just gonna take them away from me? For what? Fucking lung cancer. I didn't even smoke.

ABBOT: (to Santos) Okay, you never should've done that on your own, ever. Do you understand? ...But that was pretty badass—you saved her life. Good job.

ROBBY: Wait a minute. Is this a panic attack because of your mommy issues? SAMIRA: What? No— ROBBY: Jesus. Do you need to go home? You should go home. SAMIRA: No, I'm fine— ROBBY: I don't need the fucking liability. Go home.

YANA: You're Muslim? PERLAH: I am. YANA: Thank you. PERLAH: Oh, for what? YANA: After the shooting, it was the Muslims that came together for us in support and... walked with us. You raised money. You... paid for all the funerals. Anyway... thank you.

Oh, I forgot to tell him I love him.

AL-HASHIMI: (to Robby) What do you need to get some basic human empathy back?

YANA: Forgive me for being blunt, Dr. Robinavitch, but how old are you, huh... 50? ROBBY: Ish. YANA: Ish! 50-ish-year-old man on a motorcycle—very sad!

JAVADI: I can handle it. SHAMSI: Why would you want to? Down here you're learning street-level medicine, all seat of your pants. 'Oh, well, I made a mistake, but the more talented practitioners upstairs will fix it.' You are better than this. JAVADI: ...I love you, too.

ROXIE: I'm sure you've seen a lot of death. MCKAY: I have seen my share. ROXIE: Any advice? I've never died before.

If you jump on my shift, that's just rude, man.

Oh, I forgot to tell him I love him.

ABBOT: (to Robby) You just make sure you come back. And if it gets dark, you call me. You listening?

JAVADI: I can handle it. SHAMSI: Why would you want to? Down here you're learning street-level medicine, all seat of your pants. 'Oh, well, I made a mistake, but the more talented practitioners upstairs will fix it.' You are better than this. JAVADI: ...I love you, too.

SANTOS: He should have been fired. But instead, he waltzes back in here, no big deal. Meanwhile, I've been a goddamn pariah for the last 10 months for doing the right thing. GARCIA: Or maybe you're a pariah because you don't play well with others.

ROXIE: I'm sure you've seen a lot of death. MCKAY: I have seen my share. ROXIE: Any advice? I've never died before.

DIGBY: I just kind of want to get patched up, you know? DANA: I do know. But that's today. What's tomorrow? DIGBY: Sunday.

DANA: (to Monica) Slap one on and give it an hour to kick in. You're welcome. (to Javadi) What? JAVADI: The prescription is for you. DANA: My insurance will cover it. Hers won't. JAVADI: Isn't that insurance fraud? DANA: Throw me in jail. I could use a vacation.

ABBOT: (to Santos) Okay, you never should've done that on your own, ever. Do you understand? ...But that was pretty badass—you saved her life. Good job.

I love you. Thank you. I forgive you. Please forgive me.

JEFFERSON: There's always Zoom therapy. ROBBY: Motorcycle trip is zoom therapy.

YANA: Forgive me for being blunt, Dr. Robinavitch, but how old are you, huh... 50? ROBBY: Ish. YANA: Ish! 50-ish-year-old man on a motorcycle—very sad!

MARK: Is this how it works? AL-HASHIMI: How what works? MARK: You think things are important... that everything's so important. And then you end up here and see.

If you jump on my shift, that's just rude, man.

How come? How long? How many? Sounds like a betting grid to me. We are back.

YANA: You're Muslim? PERLAH: I am. YANA: Thank you. PERLAH: Oh, for what? YANA: After the shooting, it was the Muslims that came together for us in support and... walked with us. You raised money. You... paid for all the funerals. Anyway... thank you.

JOY: Oh, this is thrilling. Definitely worth $200,000 worth of student debt.

SAMIRA: Are you aware you have an aggressive energy, Trinity? Even this conversation feels confrontational. We bring our education to the job, not our baggage. SANTOS: Got it. Thank you. Will do.

ABBOT: (to Robby) You just make sure you come back. And if it gets dark, you call me. You listening?

YANA: You're Muslim? PERLAH: I am. YANA: Thank you. PERLAH: Oh, for what? YANA: After the shooting, it was the Muslims that came together for us in support and... walked with us. You raised money. You... paid for all the funerals. Anyway... thank you.

YANA: You're Muslim? PERLAH: I am. YANA: Thank you. PERLAH: Oh, for what? YANA: After the shooting, it was the Muslims that came together for us in support and... walked with us. You raised money. You... paid for all the funerals. Anyway... thank you.

HELEN: What is there to say? I'm sad. I'm angry. I don't want him to go. There's so much that I wish were different. It's not fair.

JOY: Oh, this is thrilling. Definitely worth $200,000 worth of student debt.

YANA: Forgive me for being blunt, Dr. Robinavitch, but how old are you, huh... 50? ROBBY: Ish. YANA: Ish! 50-ish-year-old man on a motorcycle—very sad!

JOY: Oh, this is thrilling. Definitely worth $200,000 worth of student debt.

I love you. Thank you. I forgive you. Please forgive me.

SANTOS: Should I draw your blood? GARCIA: You already did.

GARCIA: Crushed skull with tons of gray matter extravasation. At least it was quick. JOY: No helmet? O'NEIL: Nope, 'cause he took the PennDOT Motorcycle Safety Course. GARCIA: Isn't that what you took, Robby?

I love you. Thank you. I forgive you. Please forgive me.

JEFFERSON: There's always Zoom therapy. ROBBY: Motorcycle trip is zoom therapy.

JAVADI: I can handle it. SHAMSI: Why would you want to? Down here you're learning street-level medicine, all seat of your pants. 'Oh, well, I made a mistake, but the more talented practitioners upstairs will fix it.' You are better than this. JAVADI: ...I love you, too.

WHITAKER: Is everything OK? SANTOS: Uh, fantastic. WHITAKER: Langdon? SANTOS: Kind of hoping I would never see him again.

AL-HASHIMI: (to Robby) What do you need to get some basic human empathy back?

SANTOS: He should have been fired. But instead, he waltzes back in here, no big deal. Meanwhile, I've been a goddamn pariah for the last 10 months for doing the right thing. GARCIA: Or maybe you're a pariah because you don't play well with others.

Oh, I forgot to tell him I love him.

SANTOS: Should I draw your blood? GARCIA: You already did.

AL-HASHIMI: (to Robby) What do you need to get some basic human empathy back?