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It's just -- I'm trying to keep him out of trouble and all.
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The little... he can be a handful.
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Is he gonna make it?
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I hope so, Sergeant.
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I hope so.
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Your patient Flax is vomiting, left pupil dilated.
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Damn it. Why didn't they call me?
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Well, you know, it's a brain thing.
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That's why you got me on board.
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But I've given him mannitol,
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protamine, Vitamin K --
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everything -- uh, but his brain shift is too great.