Charlotte: My mom always says God doesn't give with both hands. You're young, beautiful, brilliant. There has to be something you can't have. Amelia: Some days I'd give that all up. Charlotte: That's just the craving talking. The longer you go without a drink... Amelia: I drank at your wedding. I thought it was ginger ale. I spit it out. Charlotte: OK, since then? Amelia: Nothing, but I can't stop thinking about it. Charlotte: It was an accident. Don't let a slip turn into a fall. Get your butt to a meeting.
(to Naomi) You talked about this practice. The way it's supposed to run. The way we're supposed to treat our patients. You talked about not wanting to give up and then you're going to go downstairs to that place to work with that woman who is doing everything possible to undermine us. To work for that man who's more concerned about getting recognised for his work than which patient lives or dies. How is that not selling out?