This was my mother’s
Claudia: [Laughs] You actually believe that she accidentally got pregnant with a baby that she wanted and you didn’t? Oh, for a brain surgeon, you’re not very bright.
Robin: I don’t see how my pregnancy is any of your business.
Claudia: I was just making conversation. Patrick here is the one who brought up the baby you tricked him into having.
Robin: So, you couldn’t find someone else to get drunk with?
Claudia: Guess I’m just irresistible.
Patrick: Hey, you know what? I was defending your honor. See, here’s the thing. I was an ass to Robin. She started talking about babies, and we broke up, and I basically jumped on the first gurney that I could find with the first woman that I could find, and — I told her in not so many ways I didn’t want to be a father. She’s basically just doing what I wanted her to do so…
Claudia: You are good, honey.
Patrick: Leave her alone.
Claudia: I’m just trying to help you out, okay?
Robin: I don’t think he needs your help.
Claudia: Relax. I can see where you would be threatened.
Robin: Really?
Claudia: Mm-hmm.
Robin: Okay, I don’t even know why you’re talking to this woman.
Patrick: She wanted to thank me for saving Michael’s life.
Patrick: Miss Zacchara was worried that her brother would be blamed for the shooting of Michael and that Sonny would turn around and kill him.
Claudia: My brother’s innocent, and I just sincerely want to thank you again for working your magic in the O.R. No harm, no foul.
Patrick: It’s a lovely world you live in where children are targeted right along with their parents.
Claudia: I would never target a child. Neither would my brother. This is obviously a third party who wanted to take out Sonny and didn’t care who got caught in the middle.
Patrick: Yet another reason to leave fathers out of the equation.
Claudia: You’ve really got him dancing on a string, girl.
Robin: Okay, it’s time to go. You know, you’re right about one thing. Patrick did save Michael.
Patrick: For all the good it did. Michael’s in a permanent coma,
Claudia: Oh, my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that.
Robin: You know, what’s crazy to me is that there’s a 12-year-old boy lying in a hospital bed incapacitated for the rest of his life, and all you can think about is whether or not your brother gets blamed for it. Here. Come on.
Coleman: Why so sad, pretty girl?
Claudia: Never mind.
Coleman: Okay. I can take a hint. How about one on me?
Claudia: No, I got someplace that I — I gotta go.
Claudia: Michael, I am so sorry. I never meant for this to happen to you. When the shooter saw you in the warehouse, he should have put his gun away. He should have — he should have left. He should never have taken a chance. It never occurred to me that you would be there with your father. And it should have because I’ve been there, myself. I know what it’s like to grow up in a world full of violence with a bunch of adults who don’t give a damn. I never wanted to do that to another person. But I have. I’m so sorry, Michael. This was my mother’s. You hold on to it for me, okay?
Carly: You get the hell away from my son.
