Jane Cameron: This cramp was from basic runner error. Never sprint after distance, even if you are being outpaced by a girl.
Evan: Paige, you're really good. You're really, really good.
Paige: Thank you.
Evan: Yeah, and you can paint too.
visual: Paige punches Evan in mock anger.
Marisa: (to Jill and Divya) It's okay to be skeptical, he is a doctor, I am a doctor, and I am telling you, you do not want to date a doctor.
Ellen Collins: Is that her (Paige's) portfolio?
Ellen Collins: She's so gifted.
Evan: I know. I know she's like the best artist I've ever met.
Ellen Collins: I'm glad you noticed. That's more than I can say for her other boyfriend.
Evan: By other you meant previous, right Mrs. Collins?
Boris: What does medicine say about the irony of one's incurable disease commencing just as one has something to live for?
Hank: It says don't jump to conclusions.
Hank: You can't allow yourself to be isolated and terrorized by your illness.
Boris: I am not afraid of my illness Hank, I am afraid someone is after my son.
Jane Cameron: You want me to run on that thing? (pointing at treadmill)
Hank: I uh, that was, thinking... uhh, why is it sacrilege?
Jane Cameron: Like eating sugar free carob in a world of Belgian chocolate. Besides it's when I'm in the sun that my core temp goes kaphooey.
Hank: Lucky for you I happen to have a gizmo that will measure your kaphooey level.
Evan: I didn't mean to expose you, I just...
Paige: You exposed yourself too.
Evan: What do you mean by...
visual: Evan turns to see the nude painting of himself.
Evan: Oh, good Nelly!
Hank: Oh my God, oh my God. (walks over to the nude painting of Evan) Oh my God! Wait wait, someone bought this?
Divya: Oh wow, that is really detailed!
Hank: Like an accident, you want to look away, but you, you can't.
Hank: (to Evan) Do you call that forced perspective or wishful thinking?
Hank: None of these symptoms line up with your illness, the differential is ex...
visual: Hank glances at his hand covered with Boris' blood.
Hank: Paresthesia. My fingertips are tingling from touching your blood.
Boris: Why would that be?
Hank: These aren't symptoms of your disease, you've been poisoned!
Boris: Are you suggesting that I may have inherited a mutation but not a disease?
Hank: It's worth considering. For now rest, no more questions.
Boris: I have one question, where is Dieter?