Morris: 105, 151, 152, 153.
Sam: What are you doing?
Morris: Just tracking the census.

Frank: Okay, the official 24 hour patient count is 299. That 100 bucks will be ours in five...four...three...two...
(Morris slams a book on his hand)
Morris: 300!
Pratt: You have a serious... more

Nurse: I need another two nurses here. Food poisoning at the Christmas potluck.
(Two guys throw up)
Morris: Hallejluiah!

[Morris enters in a new suit]

Frank: What'd you do, mug a pimp?

Morris: yeah. Your dad says hi.

Morris (to Sam): Waiting for Weaver? Don't hit her, she's a cripple.

Abby: Get some balls!
Morris: I've got balls!
Abby: Well they're no good unless you use em!

Patient: "well there are those who feel i have a certain gift"
Morris:"well...ughh...save it for Christmas"

MORRIS: "WHY IS THE BOARD SEE THROUGH?"
ABBY: "SO WE CAN SEE THROUGH IT"

MORRIS: "WHAT WE DONT KNOCK?"
RAY: "ON A CURTAIN!?"

Morris: C'mon Pratt, help a brother out!
Pratt: Alright. Show me a brother.