Dr. Wayne: I should've kicked his ass.
Emily: Okay, you could help us by giving us something we can use.
Frank: We can probably end this in minutes.
Cheryl: Emily's getting some more info, sit tight.
Frank: What about the patient on the table, the one with his chest split open... how long can he sit tight?
Frank: I thought you said he was a kid?!
Matt: He is.
Frank: Yeah? Well, he's kickin' our ass!
Frank: (as they discuss using the laundry chute) The laundry? You mean where they throw all the dirty sheets with all that blood?
Duff: And vomit.
Matt: (to Frank) You need to take one for the team.
Frank: You're up, Duff!
Dr. Ephraim Khoury: It's not my problem.
Dr. Ephraim Khoury: I don't negotiate with terrorists.
Dr. Ephraim Khoury: The girl has all my sympathy. The terrorist does not.
Emily: You know who has mine? You. Because that bomb that led to the death of your mentor, it also killed the things in you that made you wanna be a doctor in the first place.
Duff: It's gonna take a while.
Frank: (as he struggles to hold onto Duff's line) However long it takes... but seriously, bro? Let's hurry up.