-Okay.Good night. -Night.

-good night,iz. -Night.

It was awful.

well,the cancer was stage I,since we got to it so early,the gastrecty was probably curative.

It was a long time ago that was in high school. I'm a surgeon now.

ah,it was a 50-50 shot.

I thought your specialty was babysitting children.

It's... it's nothing. It's--it was an accident.

It was an aggressive cancer that grew quickly.

I was 2 years old when mom died.

I didn't realize it was such a big deal.

Patient "x"--an elevated L.D.H. Was our only clue.

The tubas tried to avoid her,but she was right in the middle of formation.

-Don't you remember how much pain mom was in at the end? -No.

You said there was abdominal pain. What about an upper G.I.?

I dreamt once I was falling out a window hanging on to the drapes.

The only reason I know it was sad and horrible is because you tell me all the time.

I was simply expressing my opinion on what would be best for my patient.

-Well,you already ruled that out with a C.T. -I think that was a mistake.

I was the interim chief of neuro before shepherd and his red cape swooped in from new york.