ציטוטים
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Susan: Mark, are you okay? You came to say good-bye? Mark: No. Stay. I want you to stay. Susan: But, Mark... Mark: I love you. And I´m stupid for not saying it before. Susan: No, no it´s okay...I, I knew. In a way, I knew. Mark: Stay. We belong together. Tell me you don´t feel the same. Susan: I´m sorry. Porter: Train´s leaving, ma´am. Mark: We´re right together. Susan: Mark, you are my best friend, I don´t know how I´m going to make it without you. Mark: Don´t go! Susan: I have to. I don´t belong here anymore, I have a new life, it´s going in a different direction! Mark: Susan, I don´t want to lose you. (She kisses him) Porter: Ma´am we´re leaving. Susan: (boarding train) I´ll never forget you. (leaning out of window) I do love you. Mark: What? Susan: I love you! Bye! Carol: What were you thinking? What could you possibly have been thinking would happen tonight? That you would come to my doorstep at midnight drunk -- and I would find that as some sort of grand gesture of love? Is that what you were thinking? That you can just show up? And I´ll invite you back in my life, in my bed? Is that what you imagined would happen tonight? Doug: I don´t know. Carol: You have no right to even think about doing this! Doug: I´m sorry. Carol: Do you think that you love me? Huh? For how long, Doug? How long -- ´til you start wondering if there isn´t someone better in the next room or the next bar? How long ´til that little voice in your head starts reminding you of all the infinite 22-year-olds you could be screwing tomorrow -- or the next day, or the next? I will not let you do this to me again. Morganstern: I don´t mind telling you that sometimes I feel like a sheriff with no posse... a general with no grunts in the field. A shepherd, high on a hill. No sheepdog. Everywhere you look, sheep, sheep, sheep. Carter: You know, you´re great. Maggie: So are you. Carter: Seriously...you´re great...funny...beautiful, too. I don´t suppose you would -- Maggie: Not a chance. Carter: Cheers. Jerry: Abdominal mass in Trauma 1; sounds like a triple ´A´. (Mark and Peter stare at him, incredulous} Jerry: What? I pay attention! קרטר/אבי:
Abby: Can you give me a boost up there? Carter: Nooo! Abby: Just bend over. Carter: You could at least buy me dinner first. Carter: Hi. Abby: You´re wearing a tuxedo. You didn´t say it was formal. Carter: Yeah, it´s formal. Abby: Heh. You tricked me. Carter: Doesn´t really matter. You look terrific. Abby: Yeah, well, we don´t match though. Carter: I could go change? Abby: I don´t even know if I own a dress. Carter: Wanna go buy one? Abby: [pauses] No. Can you - can you just wait a minute? [Leaves him at the door and goes into her bedroom] Carter: You mad at me? Abby [off screen]: Yes. You get a haircut? Carter: [runs a hand through his hair and grins] Yeah. Carter: Whose this with you at the beach? Abby [off screen]: Eric, my brother. [Carter catches a glimpse of her in her black bra, changing (her back to him) and quickly steps back, putting the frame down and busies himself with a vase of dead flowers] Carter: You know, I never got the whole concept behind dried flowers. I mean, they´re dead. [Takes the flowers out of the vase and replaces them with his fresh ones] Abby: They´re dead as soon as you cut them. Carter: [eyeing his flowers] Yeah, but they look nicer. Abby: Dead ones look nice too. [He looks at the vase again and removes his fresh ones, putting her dead ones back in again] Carter: Right, right. No, I was just wondering. [Trying to find a place to put his flowers] Abby: Wondering what? Carter: Wondering ...why not just buy the fresh flowers? Abby: Because there´s something sad and dark about the dried ones. Carter: [still looking] Oh yeah? You like sad and dark? [Carter finally finds somewhere to put his flowers and places them at the back of a shelf] Abby: Yeah. [Abby comes out wearing a pink satin dress] Carter: [about the flowers] Just give those a couple of days. [looks at Abby and smiles] Wow. You found something. It looks nice. Abby: [looking doubtful] It´s a bridesmaid´s dress. Carter: It works on you. Abby: [grinning self-consciously] You´re lying. Carter: No, honestly, I don´t think anyone would know that. It looks like it was made for you. Abby: [smiling] Okay, now I know you´re lying. Let´s just go. [They step outside and she sees a limo on the curb] Carter [seeing her expression]: What? Did you want to take the El? Abby: You´re not going to take me to the airport and tell me, oh by the way, this party´s in Paris? Carter: [laughing] No. We stay in Chicago, I promise.
חשבתי שיהיה נחמד אם נעשה לנו מן שרשור ציטוטים כזה, זה יכול להיות נחמד
Susan: Mark, are you okay? You came to say good-bye? Mark: No. Stay. I want you to stay. Susan: But, Mark... Mark: I love you. And I´m stupid for not saying it before. Susan: No, no it´s okay...I, I knew. In a way, I knew. Mark: Stay. We belong together. Tell me you don´t feel the same. Susan: I´m sorry. Porter: Train´s leaving, ma´am. Mark: We´re right together. Susan: Mark, you are my best friend, I don´t know how I´m going to make it without you. Mark: Don´t go! Susan: I have to. I don´t belong here anymore, I have a new life, it´s going in a different direction! Mark: Susan, I don´t want to lose you. (She kisses him) Porter: Ma´am we´re leaving. Susan: (boarding train) I´ll never forget you. (leaning out of window) I do love you. Mark: What? Susan: I love you! Bye! Carol: What were you thinking? What could you possibly have been thinking would happen tonight? That you would come to my doorstep at midnight drunk -- and I would find that as some sort of grand gesture of love? Is that what you were thinking? That you can just show up? And I´ll invite you back in my life, in my bed? Is that what you imagined would happen tonight? Doug: I don´t know. Carol: You have no right to even think about doing this! Doug: I´m sorry. Carol: Do you think that you love me? Huh? For how long, Doug? How long -- ´til you start wondering if there isn´t someone better in the next room or the next bar? How long ´til that little voice in your head starts reminding you of all the infinite 22-year-olds you could be screwing tomorrow -- or the next day, or the next? I will not let you do this to me again. Morganstern: I don´t mind telling you that sometimes I feel like a sheriff with no posse... a general with no grunts in the field. A shepherd, high on a hill. No sheepdog. Everywhere you look, sheep, sheep, sheep. Carter: You know, you´re great. Maggie: So are you. Carter: Seriously...you´re great...funny...beautiful, too. I don´t suppose you would -- Maggie: Not a chance. Carter: Cheers. Jerry: Abdominal mass in Trauma 1; sounds like a triple ´A´. (Mark and Peter stare at him, incredulous} Jerry: What? I pay attention! קרטר/אבי: