Transcript (en)

Who the hell are you? They say, oh god, what am I, the Borg? That was the first time I laid eyes on Edward Cole. An inauspicious beginning, to be sure. I'm damned if I'm gonna spend the next three weeks laying next to this guy. Zombie boy. Luke's half dead already. You can't have your own room. It would create an enormous PR problem. problem. I don't give a shit about PR. I want my own room. It's my hospital for Christ's sake. You have publicly defended this policy countless times. You run hospitals, not health spas. Two beds, two a room, no exceptions. I've never been sick before. You got kids? Never stayed married long enough. Oh, well. You don't get me wrong. I love being married. Been there four times. The problem is I love being single too. Hard to do them both at the same time. Well, nobody's perfect.