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Hi, Mark.

Hi, Susan.

Excuse me?

What?

You just called me Susan.

No, I didn't.

Yeah, you did.

I guess she's on your mind, huh?

Not necessarily.

I wish you guys would hurry up and get married.

What?!

You're perfect for each other.

You almost went on vacation together

you knew about that?

Everybody knew about that.

What I don't get is why you backed out.

She didn't want me to go.

Mark, she wanted you to go.

She did?

Oh, yeah.

Nobody told me.

Look, just do us all a favor. Ask her out.

We need some fresh gossip around here.

Oh, man, do I need some sleep.

You? At least you get off in 11 hours.

I've got 18 to go.

Where's Benton? Still in the E.R.?

No. He's where he's been most of the last six days.

Still with that baby?

I'm telling you, the man's obsessed.

I told you to keep an eye on him.

That's what I told the nurses.

We must find him.

I'll find him.

He's probably in the cafeteria.

He better not have eaten.

Hey, you guys, have you seen a male patient

about, uh, this tall; Kind of peculiar?

Lost one, huh?

Guy's got a tumor in his throat

the size of a golf ball.

He needs an esophagectomy.

Anspaugh brought in some hotshot from Japan.

We're all set to go; The patient goes awol.

Tough break.

Help me find him, I'll get you in

on the surgery.

We'll keep our eyes open.

Thanks, dudes.

Listen, he's got a sweet tooth

so check the vending machines.

Yeah, right.

You know, last shift

he left me three lines to change.

I had to pick up his labs.

Did you have breakfast yet?

I'm starving.

You paged me?

Yeah. Her abdomen's distended.

Crit's down to 30. She's hemorrhaging.

We need to take her

off the anticoagulants... that means off the machine.

Can she live off it?

I doubt she'll last a day

but there's no other choice.

Let's go back to O.R.

Platelets are too low.

Then we'll transfuse her.

We just did.

We got to try something.

At this point

the best thing to do is nothing.

I also think, that for the time being

you should be more of an observer

than an active participant.

You mean on this case?

On all the cases.

You know, Dr. Keaton...

I'd do anything to undo what I did

but I can't.

This isn't a punishment, Peter

but you have a tendency to act without thinking.

If you want to grow as a surgeon

you've got to learn more Patience.

Homemade, perchance?

Saltwater. Pulled it myself.

Don't mind if I do.

Excuse me.

Do you have change for the candy machine?

Um... let me see...

Yeah.

Quarters okay?

Yes.

Uh, excuse me, cuz.

You owe me a buck.

I-I don't have one.

Then you're s.O.L.

Jerry, Connie's sick. Call in a float.

I already did.

Call them back.

I want to approve whoever they send.

Why?

Someone call security.

There is a man urinating

in the phone booth.

That's why.

Did anyone hear me?

Yes, Rhonda, we heard you.

You don't need security, you need a mop.

I don't mop.

Way to go, jer.

How was I supposed to know?

I wonder how long we can sit here

before anyone notices we're missing.

We'll never know.

You just jinxed it.

What do you mean?

Oh...

That's what I mean.

It's Benton.

It couldn't happen to a nicer...

: What's that?

It's the E.R.

You want to trade?

No. No way.

Oh. John, hi.

Hi, Dr. Keaton.

I got that review article you dropped off

on congenital hernias.

I heard you were doing one

and didn't know if you'd read it.

Well, actually, I helped edit it.

Oh. Well, then...

But it was very sweet of you.

See you.

Something going on I should know about?

Please...

Rhonda: And when was your last bowel movement?

Uh, well, technically...

That would have been Monday afternoon.

Monday afternoon...

Which is unusual for me.

I'm generally a morning person.

Rhonda: Morning person...

And then, uh, sometimes in the evening

I pass a little gas.

Gas in the evening...

We don't take lengthy notes in the E.R.

I believe in being thorough.

When your patient is in for an extended stay on the ward

that may be appropriate

but down here, we keep our notes short and sweet.

That's not the way I do things.

The longer it takes

the longer the patient waits in distress.

Well, that's all right.

We were having

a nice little chat.

Anything else?

Now, where were we?

Gas in the evenings.

Oh... yes.

We'll need saline, four-oh nylon

and a suture setup.

Coming up.

I know the squirrels look cute, Arthur

but, uh, I wouldn't try petting one again.

He was trying to eat it.

Oh.

You all right, Wendy?

It's not me.

Oh, he's choking!

His airway's blocked.

Oh, my god. It's my Taffy!

I'll heimlich him.

He's dying, Wendy! You want to give me a hand?

One, two, three!

Oh!

There's a lot more down there.

How much did you make?

Two pounds.

Get a Magill and hook up the suction.

Arthur, go back to the waiting room.

What's a patient in a surgical gown doing

down here, anyway?

Call upstairs.

We might have just found Dale's awol patient.

Just lay back, sir.

Ross: All right. What's this?

13-year-old. Full arrest.

Took two bullets

to chest and belly.

At least 15. How long he been down?

Any signs of life?

Negative.

Let's transfer him over.

Give me four units o-negative.

On my count. One, two, three.

Here's one entry.

Marquez: I got the other one.