Neela: Harold, I need you upstairs now.
Harold: But we were just getting to toys and accessories!
Neela: That's NOT an invitation!

Dr. Greg Pratt: [looking at a snapshot of Jake] Nah, boxers would stick out more.



Neela Rasgotra: It could be tighty whiteys.



Frank: Thong.



Dr. Ray Barnett: Hey, maybe Abby could settle... more

Neela: "New scores?"

Susan: "Yep, we don't suck as bad as we used to, and maybe by next week we'll suck a little less."

Abby: "Must be your motivational speeches."

Neela: Are we fighting?
Abby: No, I don't think so.
Neela: We're friends right? We confide in each other? (pause) You know what, forget it.

Drew: Don't touch me!
Neela: Try not to move, I'm a doctor. You may have broken your ankle.
Drew: If you're a doctor, I want a second opinion.
Neela: Okay. Doctor Lockhart, would you care to... more

Abby: We should take a core temp.
Neela: I'm not sticking anything up this monkey's ass.
Abby: You know, if I had a nickel for everytime I said that.

Abby: What's up?
Neela: I just made Ray happy.
Abby: You're such a giver.

Pratt: It's your last chance to learn something, before you start screwing up your malpractice premium.
Neela: Wanker.
Lester: Turd.
Abby: Dick.

Neela: You're beginning to sound an awful lot like Frank.
Abby: Yeah, I get that a lot.

(On the El platform... Drew was rude to Neela and Abby and then fell)

Drew: If you're a doctor, I want a second opinion.

Neela: OK. (To Abby) Dr. Lockhart, would you care to give a second... more