Like Father Like Son Page #2

- Far too long, Ginnie.

Dear, l hope you take my advice

and make Jack the next chief of staff.

- l may just do that. He's a good man.

- Lord knows they're hard to find.

Well, l'll be happy to serve this

hospital in any capacity you see fit.

Either of you.

Excuse me, Dr. Armbruster.

- May l interrupt you?

- Of course. l'll be right back.

Jack, entertain my wife

in your patented manner.

- l shall make the attempt.

- Modesty, thy name is Jack.

l wonder if you know what you

could do to really entertain me.

Well, wait a minute. Let me think.

- Why are you always so shy?

- Why are you always so married?

You were performing a very delicate

operation in a dream l had last night.

Then l suppose l'd be wrong

to bill you.

You had very sure hands.

l wonder what it would

be like if l were awake.

Most operations are best performed

with the patient asleep. Yes.

Dear, he definitely has

the ability to handle people.

- l think he's a born administrator.

- Jack, you should...

...appoint her

your campaign manager.

l would, if l was campaigning

for chief of staff.

lnstead, l remain quasi-available

and fashionably aloof.

Oh, that's good. That's very good.

- Aren't you late for surgery?

- Yes, l am.

Well, then.

Well, then.

Oh, so cool. You wanna stick it

in Tisdale's lunch for a laugh?

No, l can't do this. l'm sorry.

This is wrong. No.

Dr. Hammond...

...you seem to be hoping this frog

will commit suicide.

l suggest you overcome your

delicate sensibilities...

...or fail class for the day.

Do l make myself clear?

- Crystal clear, sir.

- Attaboy, Hammond.

Start at the gizzard...

...slice the sucker open...

...and scoop out the intestines.

Piece of cake.

Kill, kill, kill, kill.

Kill, kill, kill, kill.

Sorry.

- Blood pressure is too low.

- You want him on dopamine?

- l want his pressure up.

- Aye, aye, captain.

Let's get him stable.

l want him off bypass.

You're in a good mood.

l had to tutor Chris

for his biology midterm...

...and spent the night getting

the equipment forecasts...

...for this bloody hospital, no pun

intended. Let's come off bypass.

We're off, Dr. Hammond.

When you're chief of staff,

do l call you ''chief''?

- ''O, Exalted One'' will do.

- We're losing one hell of a surgeon.

- You're right.

- Let's go out for drinks tonight.

You never socialize anymore.

You haven't been out

since Jan passed away.

No, l don't think so.

Close for me, please.

50.5. Way to gut it out, Hammond.

You're pacing yourself.

- l like the kick you're using.

- lt's the Hammond kick!

Hammond kick, huh?

Well, it's official.

Hammond, you're on anchor

at district tomorrow.

- Anderson, you lead off.

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