i thought we had a deal. no female assistants.
night, derek.
you, too.  laura.
just blurted it out last night when he came home from work. then he said he was moving out. you know they've got three kids. poor rachel's a wreck.
he's a son of a bitch. what did you want to tell me?
she was in your bed, derek! you spent the night together and you want me to believe nothing happened?
why?
thank you, doctor.
i want her to know who she's dealing with now.
you're bleeding. we need to wash that off.