Ok. So please stop being so nice to me, it's making me feel very uncomfortable. Thanks.

I think we're about to go Google.

Hank: I have the letters M.D., so I'm in charge.
Evan: Actually I own 2/3 of the company, so I'm in charge.
Hank: Well you can have my third too. I quit.

The monogram is the least of this kids problems, his name sounds like a drunken game of Scrabble.

England...that's two months, that's a sixth of a year.

If you guys are done with awkward social hour. While Hank is moving in slow motion, Dr. Van Dyke will be filling in.

He is so gonna rip the cape off her batman.

Stupid body!

A year ago you were one of those doctors. Seem you shifted over to the other side.

Paige: Evan R. Lawson, will you marry me?
Evan: In a heartbeat, Paige Collins?

Sometimes secrets are necessary.


Hello, what is ECT? I'm not here to grill chicken and raise housing empires...