Carter: I'm afraid that we're going to have to cut it off. Parents: WHAT?! Carter: The zipper! I meant the zipper. Carol: ...four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree. On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, uh... Doug: Twelve tone-deaf doctors. Mark: Eleven Lords a-lording. Susan: Ten drummers drumming! Carter: Nine something-something. Lydia: Eight maids a-milking. Malik: Sevens swans a-swatting. Harper: Six geese-a-gagging. All: Five golden rings! Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle-doves, and a partridge in a pear tree. Later on... Doug: Were we as bad as we thought we'd be? Carol: It was worse. It was great. Carter: Well, maybe not quite so ducky... Carter: When you do everything you can, sometimes more than you thought you could - you've got to walk away knowing you fought the good fight. You fought the good fight, Lucy. And tomorrow you'll fight another one. Carter: For three years, I did everything you asked of me, and more! I deserve your respect because I earned it. Carter: All right, call me Carter. Carter: You really don't want to do this, the sprinkler systems will go off and you'll be a really ugly blob with no facial hair and a really bad sunburn Patient: You don't have a sprinkler system! Carter: Ya we -- (looks around, turns to Lydia) We don't have a sprinkler system?!? Weaver: You've got something on your neck. Lydia: It looks like somebody bit you. Carter: (whispers)You bit me! Lucy: What? Oooh, I guess I must've gotten carried away. Lucy: You're a bit too closed off for my tastes. Not in touch with your feelings. Carter: I'm in touch with my feelings...right now I want to throttle you! Lucy: Throttle? Now that's an in touch with your feelings word! Carter: Lucy's like...Lucy's like... a little sister or something to me. Chuni: Huh, You'd do that with your little sister?! Carter: Nothing Happened! Lucy: Can you tell me your name? Do you know your name? Carter: I know my name Lucy. Email: frick00@hotmail.com
Carter: I'm afraid that we're going to have to cut it off. Parents: WHAT?! Carter: The zipper! I meant the zipper.
Carol: ...four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree. On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, uh... Doug: Twelve tone-deaf doctors. Mark: Eleven Lords a-lording. Susan: Ten drummers drumming! Carter: Nine something-something. Lydia: Eight maids a-milking. Malik: Sevens swans a-swatting. Harper: Six geese-a-gagging. All: Five golden rings! Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle-doves, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Later on... Doug: Were we as bad as we thought we'd be? Carol: It was worse. It was great.
Carter: Well, maybe not quite so ducky...
Carter: When you do everything you can, sometimes more than you thought you could - you've got to walk away knowing you fought the good fight. You fought the good fight, Lucy. And tomorrow you'll fight another one.
Carter: For three years, I did everything you asked of me, and more! I deserve your respect because I earned it.
Carter: All right, call me Carter.
Carter: You really don't want to do this, the sprinkler systems will go off and you'll be a really ugly blob with no facial hair and a really bad sunburn Patient: You don't have a sprinkler system! Carter: Ya we -- (looks around, turns to Lydia) We don't have a sprinkler system?!?
Weaver: You've got something on your neck. Lydia: It looks like somebody bit you. Carter: (whispers)You bit me! Lucy: What? Oooh, I guess I must've gotten carried away.
Lucy: You're a bit too closed off for my tastes. Not in touch with your feelings. Carter: I'm in touch with my feelings...right now I want to throttle you! Lucy: Throttle? Now that's an in touch with your feelings word!
Carter: Lucy's like...Lucy's like... a little sister or something to me. Chuni: Huh, You'd do that with your little sister?! Carter: Nothing Happened!
Lucy: Can you tell me your name? Do you know your name? Carter: I know my name Lucy.
