- Serena Paretsky: You son of a bitch!
- [Serena slugs Jack]
- Dr. Jack McNeil: I'm just the messenger.
- Serena Paretsky: Where is that weasel-faced little coward?
- Dr. Jack McNeil: You don't want to upset him, Miss Parestky.
- Serena Paretsky: Upset *him*? I'm the one who's three months pregnant!
- [gasps from the surrounding crowd]
- Serena Paretsky: [storming off] What am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go? Out of my way!
- Dr. Jack McNeil: She's in the Army.
- Dr. Aaron Shutt: Oh. Well, I feel safer already. So... he doesn't want to marry her, huh?
- Dr. Jack McNeil: No.
- Dr. Aaron Shutt: Why did you feel you needed to be the one to tell her?
- Dr. Jack McNeil: 'Cause he asked me to. We're lunk-headed. A moment of clarity. An epiphany. I happen to believe in those.
- Dr. Aaron Shutt: Really?
- Dr. Jack McNeil: You know, Aaron, sometimes the truth is hard to take. But it's still the truth.