:20:02
...and these are the patients
in the locked ward...
:20:05
...some of whom you'll be getting
to know intimately very, very soon.
:20:11
I'm not stealing them.
:20:12
You took my medication.
:20:15
It's down your sleeve.
It's in her sleeve.
:20:23
Sara Golan, second-year resident
extraordinaire.
:20:27
Meet the new recruits.
:20:29
-Hello.
-Hi.
:20:32
I think I'm bringing them down.
Tell them it's not so bad.
:20:36
It's not so bad.
:20:38
You see, it's not so bad.
:20:43
All right, onward.
:20:52
Christmas. Slots and units.
In a limited universe.
:20:56
-It's depressing, really.
-So up your Wellbutrin.
:20:58
Rather have Vicodin.
:21:00
Move that unit, lady in the tracksuit.
:21:02
-You know what I think?
-I don't, but I'm dying to.
:21:06
I think we made a beautiful record
and cowards notice last.
:21:11
You're very deep.
:21:12
-You think so?
-I do...
:21:14
-...when you're not talking.
-Fuck off.
:21:46
Oh, I'm sorry.
Let me turn it down.
:21:48
No, it's fine, really.
:21:50
So, what are you working on
upstairs?
:21:53
-Excuse me?
-You seem exceedingly absorbed.
:21:56
Oh, I'm writing.
:21:58
-What, a novel?
-No, my dissertation.