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— That‘s a pretty bigjob, isn‘t it? — Not really.
— Full house. — Three ofa kind, all bad.
Either take the case yourself orjoin me at 3:00.
He can‘t! It‘s against regulations.
Writing my patients back home. I keep in touch with each and every one ofthem.
Only on duty, sir.
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Everybody who‘s sane is, sir.
| hopeyou can. I‘m giving it to Pierce.
Yes, sir.
In case you haven‘t read the papers, there‘s a war on.
— Listen, Pierce—— — Knock it off! This can‘t continue.
I‘ve got a pancreatic injury here. Anything outside the skull, I‘m dead.
Honey, I got us some real beauties.
|can‘t find anything.
| send them a form letter.
Oh, hiya, General. What are you doing, marching in your sleep?
You heard him, sir.
Friend or foe?
|fyou want to operate now, be my guest. | get the same pay whether| work or not.
[Murmuring]
Right, that‘s why! checked him into the hospital instead ofthe P.>