Marisol: A few months ago, I had a birth control implant put in my arm.
Husband: What?
Marisol: I'm so sorry, honey.
Husband: I thought you wanted kids.
Marisol: I did. I do. But are you not freaked out by the state of the world? Wars and climate change and pandemics. How can we bring a child into that?

Asher: Labs look good, but I'm sorry to say your pregnancy test came back negative.
Marisol: I always wanted to be a medical mystery.

Snake's out. Start the discharge paperwork and do me a favor. Next time someone comes in with a reptile in their orifice, give it to a resident.

Archer

Ripley: I admit I can be a little hardcore when it comes to my routine.
Asher: I get it. I go to meetings. You run.

Charles: There are lots of clinical trials and new treatments now. I'm sure we can navigate it.
Sharon: We? You mean me. I'm the one who will have to take care of appointments, decisions, treatments...
Charles: What about the kids?
Sharon: They have their own lives. I don't want to make this everyone's problem. But I can't do this. I have a hospital to run, a new relationship that's going well... and now I have to stop everything and take care of my ex-husband. I can't.

Marcel: You blaming yourself? Before you spiral out of control, let me remind you of what's really important: your patient, who is alive and well in large part because you listened to your instincts. Now, you may not be able to take down the medical-iindustrial complex, but you saved a life today. Zola, if that's not good enough, then maybe you should think about another career.

Ripley: I'm not in the mood for a lecture. You don't know Sully. There's only one way to deal with him.
Charles: By tackling him to the ground?

Ripley: He's being irrational. He probably has lung cancer, but he's refusing further testing.
Charles: I'm sorry to hear that.
Ripley: If I let him walk out of here AMA, I'm basically handing him a death sentence.
Charles: Unfortunately, refusing further testing isn't really grounds for questioning someone's decisional capacity.
Ripley: He's got a terminal illness and won't get treatment. Sounds like he's got a problem with his decisional capacity to me.
Charles: Okay, so this is where I have to ask you, would you be pushing for this if he was just a regular patient?

Caleb: If I have this surgery, then what kind of recovery time am I looking at?
Archer: That's a question for your pediatric surgeon.
Caleb: But you've got to have some idea.
Maggie: When your mother comes back from the cafeteria we can talk with her.
Caleb: She's already made up her mind, but it's my life!

Bert: Are you spying on me?
Sharon: I thought since you are having your evaluation at my place of employment I would make myself available to you.
Bert: I told you, I'm fine. And I don't need a babysitter.

Maggie: How did you know I slept here?
Doris: You're combing your bed hair.

Ripley: I keep thinking about what kind of life Jimmy might have had if only...
Charles: If only they hadn't given up on him?