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Dr. Bellows:
Honey, come on.

Dr. Wheeler:
Don't call me honey.

Dr. Bellows:
I'm trying to tell you about my day. Something that happened.

Dr. Wheeler:
Your days are always the same.

Dr. Bellows:
What is that supposed to mean?

Dr. Wheeler:
Just politics, that's all. Who said what to whom. Who's rising, who's falling. Who's made a good move, a bad move. Politics!

Dr. Bellows:
Somebody has to be interested in hospital politics. You certainly are not.

Dr. Wheeler:
I thought you were a surgical resident, not a political one.

Dr. Bellows:
I like politics. They interest me. Just because you're always looking for...

Dr. Wheeler:
You want me to heat up the dinner, is that it? I want some respect.

Dr. Bellows:
Susan, come on. Don't leave again.

Dr. Wheeler:
Why can't you share half the responsibility?

Dr. Bellows:
I share more than half the responsibility!

Dr. Wheeler:
No need to shout.

Dr. Bellows:
Why are you running off? You think I want this? Let me tell you something. I make concessions for this so-called relationship.

Dr. Wheeler:
I know it's hard on you politically.

Dr. Bellows:
Susan, don't go.

Dr. Wheeler:
You know what the trouble with you is? All you care about is being chief resident.

Dr. Bellows:
You know what your trouble is? You don't want a relationship. Look at you. You run away from it.

Dr. Wheeler:
This is ridiculous.

Dr. Bellows:
You don't want a lover...you want a goddamn wife!

Dr. Wheeler:
Bastard.