Carla: What the hell happened to "I'll be right back"? I can't believe I actually started to think I'd been wrong about you. That woman needs her doctor to tell her something, anything, and you run away? Are you even gonna look at me?
Elliot: I've been deciding what drink to get. I've been standing here trying to choose between cherry soda and ginger ale, and you know what? It's a toss-up. I mean, either way I get a cold drink, right? And it would be impossible for me to kill someone with this decision but I still can't make it. I think I'm in trouble here.
Carla: Look... I don't think these kinds of decisions are easy for anyone. And if it's any consolation, one of the reasons I never liked you is you're already better than most of the doctors that come through here. And to be honest, I kinda liked being the only smart, strong chick in the joint.
Elliot: You sort of just complimented me.
Carla: A little bit.
Elliot: OK, I'm gonna have a ginger ale.
Carla: Good start.
Elliot: That clot isn't going anywhere on its own, so let's push the thrombolytics.