:19:17
Claudia, I'm not gonna slap
some bullshit together for radio.
:19:21
-I don't work that way, you know that.
-I hear you. It's all good.
:19:24
There's a slot open,
and we need to jump.
:19:26
I gotta have all my elements
for the holidays.
:19:29
-We need to move units.
-Christmas?
:19:31
-Fuck that.
-Oh, Claudia...
:19:34
...please don't take me there.
Please, don't depress me.
:19:37
I don't care about Christmas.
Fuck Christmas.
:19:40
This isn't Nat King Cole. You know that.
Why are you up my ass?
:19:44
This is why we get
in trouble with you.
:19:46
And this is why you always end up
coming back to me, Claudia.
:19:52
God, I love that woman.
:19:54
-Where are we?
-Two minutes.
:19:59
Okay, this is the locked ward,
obviously...
:20:02
...and these are the patients
in the locked ward...
:20:05
...some of whom you'll be getting
to know intimately very, very soon.
:20:11
I'm not stealing them.
:20:12
You took my medication.
:20:15
It's down your sleeve.
It's in her sleeve.
:20:23
Sara Golan, second-year resident
extraordinaire.
:20:27
Meet the new recruits.
:20:29
-Hello.
-Hi.
:20:32
I think I'm bringing them down.
Tell them it's not so bad.
:20:36
It's not so bad.
:20:38
You see, it's not so bad.
:20:43
All right, onward.
:20:52
Christmas. Slots and units.
In a limited universe.
:20:56
-It's depressing, really.
-So up your Wellbutrin.
:20:58
Rather have Vicodin.