Jackie: "If I ever needed a friend, it's now. If you want to jump ship, you're gonna jump ship and there's nothing I can do about it. But don't think for one second that I won't cash in my chips at All Saints, because I will. And I will find you. Because you are my friend. That's just the way it is. So you might as well stay. Please stay. That's all I got."
Eleanor: (Doesn't move.)
People have got to stop trying to save people that don't want to be saved. End of story.
When Jackie gets back Sam can't fill her in, he did the NYU afternoon meeting. "One day at a time, my friend," Jackie says in a way that's barely taunting.
"Hanging by a thread," Sam mumbles. "I'm gonna do it this time," Sam promises.
Coop takes the stage, to a chorus of sighs, after Sam refuses the greeting card he chose. It's a birth announcement. "
It's A Boy! Am I Sorry!"
"Dear Sam. I am sorry I slept with your girlfriend. What a dick move. Seriously. Apologies are a two-way street. And seeing that we work together, and even though I am a doctor and you are a nurse, I still want to apologize to you and for you to accept my apology as much as I accept yours. Don't forget, you broke my nose. I forgive you. Yours truly, Dr. Fitch..."
Mercifully, an alarm goes off: The old man finally died. Zoey puts a potted plant into his bed -- "I think he was a gardener" -- and tells Jackie the EMTs feel bad about the DNR thing.
"Good, shoulda left him alone. People've got to stop trying to save people who don't want to be saved. End of story."
Jackie lets Zoey call it. When Coop appears to complain about having flowers in the ER bay, Zoey tells him to cram it and shuts the curtain in his face; when Eleanor appears to check his charts, Jackie can't take her eyes off her face. Eleanor can barely move.
Jackie: "No shortage of cold shoulders between Kevin, Grace and you. What if we were to have lunch tomorrow?"
Eleanor, after a bit: "Not quite there yet."
Jackie, with a secret grin: "But we're getting closer. I can tell. How about the day after tomorrow? I'm buying."
Eleanor: "Not making any promises."
Jackie: "Look who you're talking to."