Robin:  Finish it up and make it fast. I need a miracle and you're it.

Doctor:  I'll call you.

Robin:  Get dressed; we've got work to do.

Doctor:  Who let a little girl like you wander around the hospital alone?

Robin:  I'm Dr. Robin Scorpio.

Doctor:  The one that developed the new drug therapy for catastrophic brain injuries?

Robin:  Yes.

Doctor:  France, right?

Robin:  Paris. We can compare resumes later.

Doctor:  I pictured you a lot older, someone who's spent 20, 30 years on that research. Your clinicals are garbage, by the way.

Robin:  I had success in trials in Europe. Unfortunately, the protocol has failed in one particular case.

Doctor:  He's a mess.

Robin:  I've heard that you're one of the best neurosurgeons in the states.

Doctor:  Well, you heard correctly. This patient needs a faith healer.

Robin:  His name is Jason Morgan.

Doctor:  He's a lost cause.

Robin:  Really? So you're admitting you're not good enough?

Robin:  Ok, I need you to just stop for a second and hear me out.

Patrick:  Works for me. I hate all the forms.

Robin:  You may be the A-number-one hot shot, but your bedside manner stinks.

Patrick:  I've never seen bedside manner cure a patient yet.

Robin:  How about just simple human kindness? You know, some people think that hospitals are cold and frightening places.

Patrick:  And you'd like it to be all warm and fuzzy, stuffed teddy bears on every pillow, serve up the meds on little lace doilies?

Robin:  Treat the patient as a human being, not a lab specimen, reassure the family.

Patrick:  Sorry if I don't fit your sensitivity standard. Maybe you can discover a new drug to cure me, get something useful out of all that research you're so in love with. I've got to get ready for surgery, or your boy Jason is toast.

Robin:  I'll scrub up and observe.

Patrick:  Not in this life, sweetheart.

Robin:  You're the surgeon, but I am still Jason’s specialist. I will be in the O.R.

Patrick:  I don't work with audiences.

Robin:  You don't know how to work without one. I know hospital policy. Sorry, I win on this one.

Patrick:  Are you even tall enough to see over the table?

Robin:  Gee. I'm a real doctor and everything. Hurling insults at me won't make me run away, but nice try.

Patrick:  Well, how about this -- what does hospital policy say when the specialist is in love with the patient?

Robin:  That's history, doctor. Old news.

Patrick:  You cannot be objective in surgery, Dr. Scorpio. You're emotionally involved, and that's always dangerous.

Robin:  You are just as emotionally involved as I am.

Patrick:  Come on, Jason’s not my type. But the hot blond and the hot brunette that are tag-teaming all over him? Well, that's another story.

Robin:  Well, I'm talking about your father. You are performing the surgery to prove something to Noah Drake, and I know better than to accuse you of incompetence. So why don't you stop fighting me, stop wasting time, scrub in, and let's show everyone what a genius you are.

Thanks to Manny, Jason's surgery occurs under adverse conditions, such as the power going out and crazy Manny on the loose.

Robin:  There's an emergency box over here.

Patrick:  All right. Give the Girl Scout a merit badge.

Robin:  How about stop with the snide comments and just focus on the surgery?

Patrick:  Yes, ma'am.

Noah:  Monitors are shot. There's no way to be sure how much anesthesia he's getting.

Patrick:  Well, I'm not done. So figure it out, or this guy's not going to need a brain.

Patrick: Just here to pick up my music.

Robin: You were -- uh -- extraordinary today. I mean, you saved Jason’s life, and I just want to thank you for that.

Patrick: That's sweet, but I already have dinner plans.

Robin:  Sure. If you can curb your appetite just a little longer, you could help your patient. Jason just regained consciousness.

Patrick:  Never doubted he would. All right, well, I'm duly informed. You can go about your business. I don't need you to hold my hand as I check my patient. Although, it's more obvious every day that you want to.

Robin:  What did you say?

Patrick:  You don't fool me. In fact, you're blatantly transparent. I can tell you everything about yourself in 20 seconds.

Robin:  Really? I would love to hear that. Feel free.

Patrick:  You're smart. You're too smart for your own good. Your life happens inside your head, except for when you burrow out to work. You live in a serviceable apartment, comfy but impersonal. You spend most nights at your computer hunched over boring notes and endless slides. Your shades are drawn because you don't want to be distracted by the colorful Paris nights. And right before you go to sleep, you allow yourself one thought -- of the time you gave your heart and got it handed back to you, right before you newly resolved to never take that risk again. How'd I do?

Robin:  You're an arrogant jerk.

Patrick:  Well, there's a mature comeback.

Robin:  You know nothing about me and how I live my life, which is irrelevant. The thing that matters right now is that Jason makes a complete and full recovery. So could you possibly tend to that? Or if you're too busy being pleased with yourself, I... ok, I can go see if your father's available.

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Patrick:  Nice. Very nice.

Sam:  He's doing well?

Patrick:  I was referring to the job I did. How you feeling?

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Patrick: [to Santa] Merry Christmas.  [to Robin] Just trying to get rid of the old guy.

Robin: Hmm.

Patrick: Can I get rid of you that easy?  [Cab drives off]

Robin:  Why do I even give a damn?

Patrick:  I don't know. Why do you?

Robin:  You said that Noah has nothing to do with who you are. I don't buy it. I think he did something to you, something that was really awful.

Patrick:  I know you'd love to discuss this, but like I said, I've got plans. Good night, Dr. Scorpio.

Jason:  I'm a coffee importer.

Patrick:  So Mr. Tattoo Man got a bad bunch of beans, is that it? Wanted a cappuccino and got an espresso? You can understand me, right? These words are making sense?

Patrick:  You have a problem with that?

Manny:  I don't trust her. She wants me dead like the others.

Patrick:  Oh, you're way off base, my man. Dr. Scorpio, queen of ethical behavior, is probably the only person in the tristate area, with the possible exception of me, who believes your life should be saved.

Robin:  Oh, well, thank you. I've actually done my time in those pixie boots. But now I get to be a doctor and diagnose you with a full case of raging bull.

Patrick:  Oh, come on, now. Where's the holiday spirit?

Robin:  Well, if he looked at you the way that he looks at himself in the mirror, he's in love.

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Patrick:  I'm sorry. I'm new to the hospital. I didn't realize this was the ladies' changing area.

Robin:  Well, now you know.

Nurse [to Patrick as she's leaving]:  Though it's not a hard and fast rule.

Robin:  So juvenile.

Patrick:  It was an honest mistake. I didn't mean to embarrass you.

Robin:  Well, you didn’t.

Patrick:  Then why are you so flustered?

Robin:  Ok, now would be a really good time for you to turn around and leave.

Patrick:  Can I make an observation first?

Robin:  You're obviously going to anyway.

Patrick : You're an attractive, interesting, intelligent woman, so why is it you don't have a social life?

Robin:  Why do you assume I don't?

Patrick:  When was the last time you went out to dinner or a movie or an art show with somebody else?

Robin:  An art show... ok. I just got back here from Paris, and I have been --

Patrick:  France, I get it. I understand. Am I supposed to believe you were some sort of party animal while you lived in France? When was the last time you were on a date?

Robin:  I think that falls in the category of none of your business.

Patrick:  I don't get it, Robin. Why do you hide from the world?

Robin:  See you around.

Patrick:  Robin? Life doesn't end at the doors of the hospital. You know what they say -- this isn't a dress rehearsal.

[Pager beeps] Robin:  Thank you.

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Patrick [quietly aside to Robin]:  Little distracted in the locker room?

Robin:  What?

Patrick:  Your buttons.

Robin [quickly buttons the top of her blouse, embarrassed]:  They were... the last thing that your ego needs right now is a compliment, but you did an excellent job on Jason’s surgery. So for that, I thank you.

Sam:  Are there any guidelines or anything we should follow or --

Patrick:  Just show appropriate caution; take it easy for the first couple of weeks. And by the way, if you're back on the streets again trying to get yourself killed, it might tarnish my reputation.

Jason:  I'm not your problem anymore, Dr. Drake.

Patrick:  Hey, you're not going to get any lectures from me about your precious gift you've been given... Dr. Scorpio's area of expertise. After all, she came back from Paris and found me and convinced me to do the surgery. [privately to Robin] I'm looking forward to see how you express your gratitude.

Robin:  I like my table. But if you want to move, I mean, I can't stop you.

Patrick [quickly rushes over to join her}:  There. Much better. I'm glad we're having dinner.

Robin:  Why?

Patrick:  Because there's something I've been meaning to ask you and this gives me a chance.

Robin:  Ok.

Patrick:  Why are you trying so hard not to like me?

Robin:  Right away you're under a misconception. I don't have to try to dislike you. It just comes naturally.

Patrick:  Don't hate me because I'm self-confident. What doctor isn't?

Robin:  There's confident, and then there's obnoxious.

Patrick:  You're a little sourpuss, aren't you?

Robin:  Now you're condescending.

Patrick:  Are you always this joyless, or is there a point in the remote past that you actually cracked a smile?

Robin:  Hmm, fast moving to annoying and rude.

Patrick:  I was right the first time. You're socially inept.

Robin:  What did you say to me?

Patrick:  Well, that's why you picked medical research and why you didn't become a surgeon. You wanted to hide from the world, and all those thick, dense text books seemed, like, impossible to resist.

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Patrick:  The Ruiz trial should get a lot of publicity. Whether he's found guilty or not, the surgery I so brilliantly performed to save his wretched life will be spotlighted.

Robin:  You don't have to do this soulless jerk act with me anymore. Or do you just do that to annoy me?

Patrick:  Don't be jealous.

Robin:  Of what?

Patrick:  Because I'll get all the attention and you'll barely get a mention.

Robin:  Well, if your opinion of me is correct, then I won't want any, I mean, the mole that I am.

Patrick:  You don't mind recognition for your work. It's your personal life that's got you running scared. But you know what, I'm feeling generous. I'll be sure to say your name.

Robin [getting up to leave]:  Don't do me any favors.

Patrick:  Now, why so abrupt?

Robin:  I've finished my meal. There's no reason to hang around.

Patrick:  I'll give you a ride.

Robin:  No, I really don't... I would rather walk. Correction- I would rather crawl on broken glass than have you take me home. But you're welcome to this. [hands him the bill] Bye.