Will: Well, what do you know, you think you know someone, then you find out she keeps a penis in her locker.
Emily: Seriously, could Albagetti be more immature?
Tyra: I'm no expert but the detail work is stunning.

Tyra: You can make nice conversation, right? You're not going to be all dull and 'which movies to do you like' and 'I think Greek yogurt's overrated,' right?
Emily: I can improve on that.

[to Will] What do you mean I have a break-bad-news face?

Emily: You told him I'd go out with him?
Tyra: It's not that big of a deal. You don't have to put out or anything. I mean, I'm sure he'd appreciate that, but that's totally up to you.

Emily: What's up, Cassandra, why are you being nice?
Cassandra: Oh, fine, I need a favor.

Ignore feelings of guilt.

When it's important enough, you speak up. You tell people what you need. You show them who you are. You ask. And you do this knowing there are consequences. There's collateral damage, but you've chosen this. So you can't feel guilty about it. You just can't.

Will: Just so you know, high school wasn't the greatest for me either.
Emily: My house was TP'ed once a week.
Will: You win.

Will: Emily, you can't tell me who to date.
Emily: You asked.
Will: I was trying to be a good guy.
Emily: Then be a good guy. Anyone. Except for her.
Will: I'll think about it.

Emily: You are that threatened by me?
Cassandra: Grow up. This has nothing to do with you. This is the real world and everything counts. Only one of us is going to be Gina's research assistant, and you were just collateral damage.

[to Emily] My hand shook. I was in surgery and my hand shook, and when Gina sees me now that's what she thinks. How I might not be cut out for this. And I don't know what it is about you, but I just get, I just get really insecure. Whatever. It was wrong to take credit for your idea. And I'm sorry. Can I have a tissue?


Micah: Looking confident, Dr. Owens. Verging on ballsy, even.
Emily: I've never been called ballsy in my life.
Micah: It's a day of firsts.

Emily Owens, M.D. Quotes

Tyra: You've got your jocks, aka the orthopedic surgeons. Mean girls go into plastics. Your All-American, girl next door types, they're gonna be in OB. The true geeks, they're the neurologists. The rebels are in the ER. Stoners, anesthesia, and peds gets your sanctimonious church-goers.
Emily: How about us.
Tyra: Surgery's a melting pot, a little bit of everything, which basically means none of us get along.

I wasn't one of those kids who thrived in high school. I was geeky. Alright, I was very geeky...high school was rough. But, you know what got me through? The knowledge that I'd outgrow all those feelings of insecurity and in