Man: Nurse?
Elliot: I'm a doctor, okay? The stethoscope, the beeper, a doctor, got it?
Carla: Relax.
Elliot: I just hate it. I hate the "darlings", I hate the "sweethearts".
Carla: You don't need to tell me how hard it is being a woman here.
Elliot: Well, you're certainly furthering the cause by wearing a thong to work and hooking up in the on-call room. [screeching tires sound] Word gets around.
Carla: You talk like that, do you even know my name? I spend every second of my life either here or taking care of my mom, so, yeah, maybe I needed a little closeness. I'm sure you never had a quickie at the club, right? Or snuck some skinny, flat-butted college boy up to your sorority room. And my thong? I happen to think it makes my ass look good. And some days, I need to feel good about something. And you judge me? Well, guess what? Word does get around, Ms. Out-For-Herself. So you can dump on everyone here if you want, but you will not hurt me.
J.D.: Her name's Carla, by the way.