- Peter Benton: [to Jackie] The baby may have brain damage developmental problems, autism, retardation. They can't even say.
- Jackie Robbins: Or he might be fine, right? Either way, you're gonna love him more than you can even imagine.
- Peter Benton: I can't handle it.
- Jackie Robbins: Sure you can. You'll have to. That's your son up there. The world is hard sometimes. It can't always go the way you want it to go.
- John Carter: [to Dr. Anspaugh] I admire surgery, but it's not the type of medicine I want to practice. I can be a competent surgeon. I can learn the techniques, the mechanics, but I'll never be a great surgeon. Dr. Anspaugh, I can be a great doctor, a doctor who spends time with his patients, who's there for them. I'm good at it. Really good. I can make a difference in people's lives. Don't make me give that up. Please don't make me waste it.
- [Doug and Anna are on the streets looking for Charlie]
- Dr. Anna Del Amico: That kid with the wild hair saw Charlie yesterday. Said this guy Tommy's usually around, but she hasn't seen him tonight. Heard he and Charlie scored some hash and a good squat.
- Dr. Doug Ross: Anything else?
- Dr. Anna Del Amico: Uh, yeah, that 15-year-old with leather pants said she'd do you for nothing.
- Dr. Doug Ross: Well, that's something...
- Dr. Donald Anspaugh: Dr. Carter...
- John Carter: Uh... I'm not coming.
- Dr. Donald Anspaugh: You're what?
- John Carter: I have a patient who needs my attention.
- Dr. Donald Anspaugh: Rounds are a pre-requisite for this program, Doctor.
- John Carter: So is patient care.
- Dr. Donald Anspaugh: You come to rounds today or don't ever come to rounds again.
- John Carter: [yells] I'll be there if and when I can!
- Dr. Donald Anspaugh: All right, doctor.
- Dr. Doug Ross: I saw your belly-button ring is infected. What did you do, a do-it-yourself with a rusty nail?
- Charlie Chiemingo: I don't feel so good.
- Dr. Doug Ross: Yeah, well, we pumped your stomach. Found more chemicals in there than a toxic waste dump.
- Dr. Donald Anspaugh: [to Carter] What's on your mind, doctor?
- John Carter: Now? I was hoping for an appointment this afternoon.
- Dr. Donald Anspaugh: There's no time like the present.
- John Carter: I'd prefer to come back later if that's okay with you.
- Dr. Donald Anspaugh: Are you intentionally trying to irritate me, Dr. Carter?
- John Carter: No, sir.
- Dr. Donald Anspaugh: Then speak up.
- John Carter: I've been contemplating leaving the surgical program. I've been considering it for quite some time, and I feel that I've made an error in selecting surgery as my specialty. For the most part, the training has been excellent, but I just feel that ultimately I don't belong in surgery and I would suspect that you would agree with me.
- Dr. Donald Anspaugh: I certainly do not!
- John Carter: You don't?
- Dr. Donald Anspaugh: You entered into a contract, doctor. A contract with this institution. We agreed to give you the finest surgical training in exchange for six years of your best effort.
- John Carter: I understand, but I think...
- Dr. Donald Anspaugh: I do not give a damn what you think! This is not summer camp. You cannot just run home to mommy. You're going to suck it up and stick to it! That's what men do. Are we communicating here?
- John Carter: Yeah.
- Dr. Donald Anspaugh: Good! And if I ever hear this crap coming out of your mouth again, the only medicine you'll be practicing is picking out a cough suppressant for yourself down at the Jewel!