Carla: What are you doing here?
Dr. Cox: Well, I think the better question is, what are you doing here?
Carla: I live here. That's not the better question. It's the worst question.
Dr. Cox: Why aren't you at the hospital helping cheery, annoying intern?
Carla: I had stuff to do. What gives you the right to give me a hard time? Why aren't you at the hospital helping Sunny?
Dr. Cox: Because I don't give a damn about terminal coma patients or interns. I get to not give a damn because I know that you always will. I mean, give me a break, Carla. Tell me the last time that you ever walked off on a patient.
Carla: The guy's been in a coma for a year, okay? He's an eggplant.
Dr. Cox: Okay, first of all, he's not an eggplant. He's a potato. And secondly, that's something I would say, not you. You used to care so much about this stuff, remember? What happened to you? Oh. It's always good to slam a door right about now. [Carla slams the door]