Greenlee: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I get defensive and I say things, hurtful things. Jake, Jake, please, don't go. Come on, come on, give me another chance. I'll be on my best behavior.
Jake: It's not worth it.
Greenlee: Get out of my way. I'm --
Tina: Not yet. I have something to say to you first.
Greenlee: I'm not interested.
Tina: Leave Jake alone!
Greenlee: Oh, Honey, he is way out of your league.
Tina: You know, Jake is a decent guy. He's had a very rough time lately.
Greenlee: Who the hell do you think you are? You're a waitress who mimes on the side.
Tina: That is called sign language.
Greenlee: I'll show you sign language.
Tina: Don't bother. I feel sorry for you.
Greenlee: Sorry for me? You'd trade places with me in a nanosecond and you know it. You're like everyone else in this pathetic town. You're jealous. I've got money, looks, brains --
Tina: Too bad you don't have a heart.
Greenlee: Well, who would take the time to look? You're all so busy trying to keep me down. (slams the basketball)
Tina: Look out! (basketball flies back and hits Greenlee on the head. Then, she fell back on the ground)
Greenlee: Oh. Jake? Jake, thank God you're here. I need your help.
Jake: Oh, Greenlee, please, please. Please, no more stunts.
Greenlee: No, no, no, no, this is for real. Oh, I had an accident after you left. I even passed out, and when I -- when I woke up, I couldn't see straight.
Jake: Yeah, well, you know what? Maybe if you hurry out of here, you'll be able to catch the end of "The Grapes of Wrath."
Greenlee: I could be suffering from serious head trauma.
Jake: Oh. Oh, like the time when you doused yourself with a bucket of water and you claimed frostbite?
Greenlee: My head feels like it's splitting in two and it's your fault!
Jake: You know what? You got a head problem, all right. But it's not a physical one. Just go home.
Greenlee: But I'm hurt. You know, if anything happens to me, my grandfather will sue you for malpractice.
Jake: You are taking up space for people with real injuries in this hospital. If you don't get out of here now, Greenlee, I'm just going to have to call security and have them throw you out.
Greenlee: Oh. You see? I'm in pain.
Jake: You know what? Greenlee, I'm going to give you five seconds to get out of my sight.
Greenlee: And you can take your Hippocratic oath and shove it! Uh – (falls on Jake)
Jake: Greenlee. (getting impatient)