There are no private rooms available. If they brought in Jesus Christ fresh off the cross I couldn't get him a private room!
The incompetence in this hospital is absolutely radiant... I mean, where do you train your nurses, Mrs. Christie, Dachau!?
Now what in hell am I going to tell this boy Schaefer's parents? That a substitute nurse assassinated him because she couldn't tell the doctors from the patients on the floor?
We've established the most enormous medical entity ever conceived...and people are sicker than ever. We cure nothing! We heal nothing!
You know, when I say impotent, I don't mean merely limp. When I say impotent, I mean I've lost even my desire to work. That's a hell of a lot more primal passion than sex. I've lost my reason for being... my purpose. The only thing I ever truly loved.