Quincy M.E.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
Every year 2 million kids are beat up by their parents, 2 thousand of them end up on slabs.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
Do you know how many autopsies I've done on children like Joey? Too many, I can't even look at their faces any more. I have to have their faces covered before I begin.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
If this doesn't stop, there's an 80% chance when Joey grows up he'll beat his kids and his kids will beat their kids!

Lt. Frank Monahan:
If you had a single eyewitness, Quincy, I could help you. But those are the rules.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
The rules are for the child beaters and not the children. Alright, you want a witness? I'll get you a witness, I'll find somebody who saw what happened and deliver them into your lap!

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
Melissa, how're you feeling?

Dr. Robert Asten:
Well she's got a whopper of a headache.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
Well she's had you for years!

John Riggins:
It was a million to one shot, but you hit it right on the nose.

[addressing a group of police recruits]

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
Gentlemen, you are about to enter the most important and fascinating sphere of police work: the world of forensic medicine, where untold victims of many homicides will reach back from the grave and point back a finger accusingly at their assailant.

Sam Fujiyama:
[During Quincy's rushed autopsy] This would be hard to take for a third year medical student.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
Guns don't die. But people do.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
$75? All this fuss over $75? Why you!... Come here! [Holds up a dollar bill over the window that looks out at County-USC hospital] What do you see?

Dr. Robert Asten:
I see a dollar. I see the hospital...

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
That's right. That's right. [Steps forward so the dollar bill is very close to Asten's face] Now what do you see?

Dr. Robert Asten:
I see the dollar.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
That is also right. That's what happens when you get too close to money. You can't see the good you're doing or can do with it. And that's what's happening to you, sir!

Lt. Frank Monahan:
We'll be here at 6:00 tomorrow morning with 30 officers and a search warrant. And we'll *tear this place apart!*

Nurse Russell:
[Nurse Russell to Dr Quincy] Be sure to write legibly Dr. Remember your not filling out a prescription.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
I'm going to see to it that your problem doesn't hurt anybody else again.

Dr. Ronald Shafer:
[ruefully as he's taking a drink] What problem?

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
You're holding it in your hand.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
Now I talked to Julie Reed's boyfriend and he thinks that Dr. Shafer was drunk when he performed the abortion. And that could answer a lot of the things that I found.

Dr. Blair - Chief of Surgery:
Then why didn't he say anything? Why didn't he try to stop Dr. Shafer?

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
Oh, come on. How can a kid stop a doctor from operating? Besides, that's your job, not his.

Dr. Tompkins:
[discussing Julie Reed's abortion] What do you want me to tell you?

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
What really happened.

Dr. Tompkins:
I don't think it's my place to comment on another doctor's work.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
Well, since the patient died, I thought you'd might be willing to talk about it.

Dr. Tompkins:
Well, I'm not.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
It'll be a lot tougher telling it to the coroner's inquest.

Dr. Ronald Shafer:
[in the operating room... Shafer is drunk] Scalpel, please. [he drops it as nurse hands it to him] Let's try that again. [Tompkins grabs his wrist] What do you think you're doing?

Dr. Tompkins:
I'm sorry, doctor. I can't let you do this. I'm sorry. [Quincy is seen outside the operating room witnessing this]

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
[after learning the office of medical quality assurance won't assist him in his investigation against Shafer] You mean one death? Is that enough? What do we have to do? Hang around until he bags the limit?

Dr. Jeff Knight:
Doctor Quincy...

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
Oh, Doctor Knight. This is Doctor Janet Carlyle, this is our ship's doctor, Doctor Knight.

Dr. Jeff Knight:
How do you do, Doctor?

Dr. Janet Carlyle:
How do you do?

Ronnie Fletcher:
Other hotels have conventions, they get in plumbers, carpenters, you know what we get here? Forensic pathologists, they have a whole name, you know what that is? Coroners. Coroners, the guys in movies that go 'hmmm, guy's hanging by his neck, has a bullet hole in him, and an ice pick in his ear, I suspect it's foul play'.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
[after a patient dies mysteriously] Right now he's just number one, but if we don't get to the bottom of this, it'll be a hundred and one.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
[ordering the hotel to keep out any new guests] Tell them you made a mistake, you're overbooked, you're sorry, say anything you like, but don't let anybody else check in.

Ronnie Fletcher:
[as Quincy draws out a piece of bone] You're worse than an agent!

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
How do you go from saving a little girl's life to committing murder?

Dr. Larry Pines:
No matter what you think of me, I am not a murderer.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
Tell that to those seven dead people.

Dr. Robert Asten:
[while trying to wash acid off his hands in Quincy's lab] I should have known better than to have come in here without a decontamination suit.

Charge Nurse Lynn Buchanan:
Please let us be who we are. Let the word 'nurse' mean what it should and let the profession of nursing become a lifelong pursuit to which we can truly dedicate our energies and our emotion and... our soul.

Dr. R. Quincy, M.E.:
Rachel, you are not going to chase me away. I happen to think that you're a dynamite girl with the potential to fly to the moon.

{speaking of a hospital who was only concerned with profit} "anyone can get in regardless of race creed or color they just have to be able to pay! their admission doesn't depend on their degree of illness but on whether they are carrying the right insurance card. this is a far cry from the sign in front of Albert Schweitzer's jungle hospital that reads:
Here at whatever hour, you come you will find light and help and human kindness, what a rotten businessman Schweitzer must have been but what a magnificent doctor and humanitarian he was.! When the only consideration of a hospital is profit margin humanity goes out the window. without humanity you cannot have good medicine!