Top 30 Quotes From Quincy M.E.

Dr. R. Quincy,: Now I talked to Julie Reed's boyfriend and he thinks that Dr. Shafer was drunk when he performed the abortion. And that could answer a lot of the things that I found.
Dr. Blair : Then why didn't he say anything? Why didn't he try to stop Dr. Shafer?
Dr. R. Quincy,: Oh, come on. How can a kid stop a doctor from operating? Besides, that's your job, not his.

Nurse: [Nurse Russell to Dr Quincy] Be sure to write legibly Dr. Remember your not filling out a prescription.

Ronnie: Other hotels have conventions, they get in plumbers, carpenters, you know what we get here? Forensic pathologists, they have a whole name, you know what that is? Coroners. Coroners, the guys in movies that go 'hmmm, guy's hanging by his neck, has a bullet hole in him, and an ice pick in his ear, I suspect it's foul play'.

Dr. Jeff Knight: Doctor Quincy...
Dr. R. Quincy,: Oh, Doctor Knight. This is Doctor Janet Carlyle, this is our ship's doctor, Doctor Knight.
Dr. Jeff Knight: How do you do, Doctor?
Dr. Janet Carlyle: How do you do?

Dr. Tompkins: [discussing Julie Reed's abortion] What do you want me to tell you?
Dr. R. Quincy,: What really happened.
Dr. Tompkins: I don't think it's my place to comment on another doctor's work.
Dr. R. Quincy,: Well, since the patient died, I thought you'd might be willing to talk about it.
Dr. Tompkins: Well, I'm not.
Dr. R. Quincy,: It'll be a lot tougher telling it to the coroner's inquest.

Sgt. Brill: I didn't know you could do that.
Dr. Robert Asten: I was an airborne ranger a long time ago.

Charge: Please let us be who we are. Let the word 'nurse' mean what it should and let the profession of nursing become a lifelong pursuit to which we can truly dedicate our energies and our emotion and... our soul.

Ronnie: [as Quincy draws out a piece of bone] You're worse than an agent!

Adrian: Abby just quoted from the very music you cited as contributing to a brutal murder. Now, you're not really saying that music can kill, are you?
Dr. R. Quincy,: Yes, I am. I believe that the music I heard is a killer. It's a killer of hope, it's a killer of spirit. The music I heard said that life was cheap, and that murder and suicide was OK.
Dr. Emily Hanover: Music can be a very powerful thing. Nothing galvanises the emotions as quickly.
Adrian: You wrote the lyrics in question, Fly. You take issue with any of this?
Fly: Hell yes! You know why you people can't stomach our songs? 'Cos they're a mirror, dig? Our music's ugly and violent because that's what's outside my window when I wake up. The world's ugly, the world's violent. All we do is rub your noses in it, you don't like what you see. Well don't lay it on us.
Dr. R. Quincy,: You're right about one thing: there is too much ugliness and violence out there. But if we took your advice we'd never overcome it - all you want us to do is throw up our hands and give up.
Skip: Who got us where we are today? It was your generation. Now you people have your finger on the button, ready to blow the whole joint to bits, and you're telling us to cool it?
Dr. R. Quincy,: You know, not so many years ago there was a generation of young people who were as mad as you are about the world. Only they worked their tails off to change it. Trying to end a war they didn't believe in, trying to correct injustices that they saw. But all you do is gripe. Has it ever occurred to you to do something else with your anger besides venting it?
Skip: You're the ones who loused everything up - and you expect us to pick up the pieces.
Dr. R. Quincy,: If not you, then who?

Dr. R. Quincy,: Every year 2 million kids are beat up by their parents, 2 thousand of them end up on slabs.

Dr. Robert Asten: [while trying to wash acid off his hands in Quincy's lab] I should have known better than to have come in here without a decontamination suit.

Sam: [During Quincy's rushed autopsy] This would be hard to take for a third year medical student.

[last lines]
Subpoena: Excuse me, Doctor Quincy?
Dr. R. Quincy,: Yes.
Subpoena: Senior Medical Examiner for the County of Los Angeles?
Dr. R. Quincy,: That's right.
Subpoena: This is for you.
[he hands Quincy a subpoena]
Dr. R. Quincy,: What is it?
Subpoena: Well, you've just been served, Doctor. This is a defamation suit against you brought by Transglobal Airlines. And if you read the fine print, the plaintiffs have also secured a restraining order that expressly prohibits you from making any public pronouncements that can be construed as either damaging or slanderous to the airline.
[Quincy is outraged]
Subpoena: Doctor, you've just been gagged.
[Quincy is left in devastated silence]

Lt. Frank Monahan: If you had a single eyewitness, Quincy, I could help you. But those are the rules.
Dr. R. Quincy,: The rules are for the child beaters and not the children. Alright, you want a witness? I'll get you a witness, I'll find somebody who saw what happened and deliver them into your lap!

Dr. R. Quincy,: If this doesn't stop, there's an 80% chance when Joey grows up he'll beat his kids and his kids will beat their kids!

Lt. Frank Monahan: We'll be here at 6:00 tomorrow morning with 30 officers and a search warrant. And we'll *tear this place apart!*

Dr. R. Quincy,: Do you know how many autopsies I've done on children like Joey? Too many, I can't even look at their faces any more. I have to have their faces covered before I begin.

Dr. Ronald Shafer: [in the operating room... Shafer is drunk] Scalpel, please.
[he drops it as nurse hands it to him]
Dr. Ronald Shafer: Let's try that again.
[Tompkins grabs his wrist]
Dr. Ronald Shafer: What do you think you're doing?
Dr. Tompkins: I'm sorry, doctor. I can't let you do this. I'm sorry.
[Quincy is seen outside the operating room witnessing this]

Dr. R. Quincy,: Oh boy, Tommy Dorsey and Benny Goodman, Glenn Miller... it's like going back in time. You know, if you close your eyes you can see the whole thing: the big bands and the parquet floors and the gowns... You know, honey - why would anybody want to listen to music that makes you hate, when you can listen to music that makes you love?

Dr. R. Quincy,: Melissa, how're you feeling?
Dr. Robert Asten: Well she's got a whopper of a headache.
Dr. R. Quincy,: Well she's had you for years!

Dr. R. Quincy,: How do you go from saving a little girl's life to committing murder?

Dr. R. Quincy,: Rachel, you are not going to chase me away. I happen to think that you're a dynamite girl with the potential to fly to the moon.

Roommate: Go easy, kiddo. Those things are the real McCoy.
Senator's: Give me a break, Leslie. I'm a big girl now.

Ken: Unfortunately people don't vote they way we'd like them to.

Dr. R. Quincy,: [after a patient dies mysteriously] Right now he's just number one, but if we don't get to the bottom of this, it'll be a hundred and one.

Dr. R. Quincy,: $75? All this fuss over $75? Why you!... Come here!
[Holds up a dollar bill over the window that looks out at County-USC hospital]
Dr. R. Quincy,: What do you see?
Dr. Robert Asten: I see a dollar. I see the hospital...
Dr. R. Quincy,: That's right. That's right.
[Steps forward so the dollar bill is very close to Asten's face]
Dr. R. Quincy,: Now what do you see?
Dr. Robert Asten: I see the dollar.
Dr. R. Quincy,: That is also right. That's what happens when you get too close to money. You can't see the good you're doing or can do with it. And that's what's happening to you, sir!

Winslow: Hanover, I'll be back at nineteen hundred hours on Thursday.
Dr. Emily Hanover: I beg your pardon?
Winslow: Oh, sorry. Seven o'clock.
[She starts to leave]
Dr. R. Quincy,: Winslow, were you ever in the service?
Winslow: United States Marine Corps, Gunnery Sergeant, MOS thirty-five twenty-nine, Motor Transport.
Dr. R. Quincy,: [She walks out the door and Quincy turns to Hanover] Gunnery Sergeant, that's what I figured. You're getting us married by a *Marine*!

[addressing a group of police recruits]
Dr. R. Quincy,: Gentlemen, you are about to enter the most important and fascinating sphere of police work: the world of forensic medicine, where untold victims of many homicides will reach back from the grave and point back a finger accusingly at their assailant.

Dr. R. Quincy,: Who are "they"? I really want to know. We're always told to watch out for "them"; we're being protected from "them." Maybe if we were told the facts, we could decide what is safe and what isn't.
Arthur: We The People?
Dr. R. Quincy,: Yes, We The People!

Dr. R. Quincy,: [after learning the office of medical quality assurance won't assist him in his investigation against Shafer] You mean one death? Is that enough? What do we have to do? Hang around until he bags the limit?