Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
Don't tell him what happened.
Paula Bradford:
I don't know what happened!
Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
Neither do I.
Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
What *is* a cocktail dress?
Paula Bradford:
Something to spill cocktails on.
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:
Oh well, you know, "Great minds..."
Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
No, I don't know any great minds.
[Brad and Paula in the morgue]
Paula Bradford:
My goodness, that looks just like a refrigerator. What is it?
Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
A refrigerator.
Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
[to Nick Martel] In exactly twenty-eight minutes I have to start opening a gentleman's stomach. Maybe I can do as much for you some day.
Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
Murphy, you're manna from heaven.
Paula Bradford:
You mean that manna's here again?
Nick Martel:
I didn't know you went in for opening safes, Doc.
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