Marcel: Do you know how he did it?
Maggie: He had a handgun.
Marcel: I know how he felt, but I didn't have a gun. I lost a child too.
Maggie: I'm so sorry. I didn't know.
Marcel: Harper. She died of leukemia just after her first birthday. The thing that kept me going was my work. It was always my work. But sending Colin home knowing he was going to die... it brought me right back to that helplessness, that powerlessness. Nothing I could do. Death was coming and there was nothing I could do.

Kendall: I'm trying to stay positive, but you said Carson wouldn't last a week on ECHMO and it's been three.
Marcel: Yea, well, we've come this far. Gotta keep the faith.

Morris: I'm not going to be an yuce to you, Marcel, even if I did have a pair of lungs. There's too much infected tissue for it to take. Best thing to do is hit him with the broad spectrum antibiotics and hope for the best.
Zola: Hope for the best?
Morris: Who's this?
Marcel: Dr. Zola Ahmad, third year EM resident.
Morris: Third year. Ooh, I didn't realize I was talking to someone with so much experience.
Zola: Look, I fail to see how doing nothing can be the best course of action.
Morris: I see you've already trained her to disrespect her superiors in your own inimitable way.
Marcel: I see your skin hasn't got any thicker, Morris.

Marcel: You blaming yourself? Before you spiral out of control, let me remind you of what's really important: your patient, who is alive and well in large part because you listened to your instincts. Now, you may not be able to take down the medical-iindustrial complex, but you saved a life today. Zola, if that's not good enough, then maybe you should think about another career.