Dr. Romano: Damn it Kerry, you are the chief of emergency medicine not the county lesbian advocate, so I suggest you choose your battles very carefully!

Dr. Weaver [yelling] : That's where your... more

Mark, I can't believe that you think I'd keep tabs on anyone. You're late, Jerry.

Weaver: Oh, your IQ's not 150. Mine's only 145.

Jerry: What am I supposed to do - apologize because I'm smarter than you?

Weaver: Carter! Take our friend here. I'm afraid I might stick an I.V. pole up his ass.

Carter: Wouldn't want that.

Weaver: "Randi, could you kill that guy with the migraine?"

Randi: "Happily..."

Malucci: "Dr. Weaver, am I a yuppie?"

Weaver: "No, but you will be when you grow up."

Weaver: The food was terrible, the music stinks, the drinks are watered down, but you sure know how to throw a great party.

Mark: Thank you.

Romano: "He was very confrontational."

Weaver: "Well, Robert, you should be used to that."

Romano: "Look, this isn't about me."

Weaver: "Isn't that your... more

I hope you get in a nasty car accident and end up down here so I can be of absolutely no damn help to you!

The heart of any emergency room is the admit desk. Information is the blood that courses through it, and the desk clerk is like the tricuspid valve, if you will.