June: I can either channel my inner bitch or let my feelings govern how I do my job.
Devi: And risk losing everything you've worked for.

June: How's that going? Your health stuff?
Mags: It's messy. I mean, you really can't stop saving someone's life because your heart rate spikes.

June: Excuse me. Is it really necessary to be so rude?
Lab Tech: Why don't you stay out of this?

June: I barely slept. Don't you think you could have let me know?
Shay: But June, I dd. I left a note on your desk at home, next to your charts.

June: Am I really becoming that much of a tyrant?
Mags: Have you met Bash? He feels like he can't tell anyone anything.

Shay: At least tell me something I can do in return. Make us dinner? I saw a video about deep-frying chickpeas.
June: No, the last thing I need is my kitchen on fire.

Patient: You two aren't on the same page.
June: Oh, no. It's just [Novak] invites pushback and he wants me to join him.

You could march back in there, convince her to reconsider. Or you could keep your head down and let the work speak for itself.

Bash: You OK, June?
June: I have a headache. I don't usually get them.
Mags: You blew up your five-year plan for a specialty with Novak of all people. I bet it's a migraine.

Transplant Quotes

Bashir: Thanks for that. He's taking everything I say the wrong way.
Magalie: What does he think you did?
Bashir: At this point, maybe planning 9/11....but I didn't

Uncle: You're a hero
Bashir: People in this country might not agree.