Nurse Lee: (about the morgue) They say this place is haunted.
Melinda: I've got news for you, they're right.
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Melinda: I respresent a patient of yours.
Nurse Lee: As in discharge?
Melinda: As in dearly departed.
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Melinda: I learned a long time ago, don't question the cosmic law of French toast.
Jim: The what?
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Hope: My husband helped yours now you have to help him, please, I'm desperate.
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Andrea: Seven bucks? Fate is cheap!
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Melinda: I'm asking you to have a little empathy for someone who died in your care.
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Andrea: Oh God, I can't believe a guy that cute is a crook.
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Jim: (talking about the tattooed John Doe that died in the ambulance accident) This happened to me for a reason. Now someone is dead. What kind of reason is that?
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Jim: (to Melinda) Do you believe in fate or that we have some sort of control over our destiny?
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Melinda: I'm happy it's not you I'm helping.
Jim: Me too.
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Jim: Where were you?
Melinda: Oh...I um...
Jim: I figured a hospital that you must be in hog heaven.
Melinda: It's not all it's cracked up to be.
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Hope: Nobody can see me except for you.
Melinda: It's a gift I have. Can I tell you? You're a little pushy.
Hope: If you were in my position you would be too.
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Jim: Am I dead?
Melinda: No.
Jim: You never know with you.
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