Nick: That kid is eventually gonna die, whether it’s today, tomorrow, or a month from now. There’s nothing I can do, nothing works. Now his parents wanna talk to me, what am I supposed to tell them, that Peter lived a good long seven years? Seven years man! It’s not fair. I hate this place. I hate this job.
Dr. Wen: I don’t know where that smell came from! Todd: Uh… sir? Dr. Wen: What is it, do you see something? Todd: Sir, I farted. That smell is from the fart that I made. Turk: Duuude. Dr. Wen: Get the hell out of my OR!