Karen: Where are my husband's pills? It's been 2 hours since I asked for them! Now, you give me Stan's pills at once! I want those pills! GIVE ME MY HUSBANDS PILLS!
Nurse: I'm sorry, Mrs. Walker. There you go. (Hands Karen the pills)
Karen: Thank you. (Karen takes them)
Karen: Give it to me straight, Doc. Am I looking at a future filled with loneliness and memories of better days? Or is Stan gonna die?
Grace: Hi, Karen. Look, I just wanted you to know that if-- Oh, my god! Oh, my god! What is that on the table? What is that? Is that a needle? Is that somebody's needle, just out there in the open?
Karen: It's a chopstick, you loon. It came with my lunch.
Karen: Grace... We've been working together for, what, 11 years?
Grace: 18 months.
Karen: It seems longer.
Karen: It's Stan. He needs blood for a bypass. And...he needs it drawn slowly by a large pointy needle.
Grace: Um... Um, I--I--I-- I doubt that--that I would even match. I've got-- I've got a very rare blood type.
Karen: I'm sure it'll be fine.
Grace: What type do they need?
Karen: What type do you have?
Grace: What type do they need?
Karen: What type do you have?
Grace: Um, AB-negative.
Karen: That's the type they need.
can you figure out my favorite episode :P?
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