Jake: What do we have here?
Ryan: I found her clinging onto the side of the fidelity.
Jake: You went overboard? That water's freezing, Greenlee.
Gillian: Actually, she poured water on herself to make it look like she fell.
Jake: Ah. Well, what would possess you to do that?
Gillian: A man. What else?
Ryan: Trying to squeeze a little sympathy out of her boyfriend.
Greenlee: That's a lie! Leo and I had a terrible fight. I was devastated. I didn't think I could go on. It's true!
Jake: Ok, all right. Well, I see. So we had anxiety.
Greenlee: Yes. Everything's dark.
Jake: I think we can help.
Greenlee: Leo's number is 555-453--
Jake: No, I'm not actually calling Leo. I'm arranging to have you admitted.
Greenlee: Well, I suppose that's best. Can you see if I can get a single room?
Jake: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. It's no problem. Everyone gets their own room when they're admitted to Psych.
Greenlee: Are you refusing to treat me? Please say yes. I'll stay alive just long enough to sue you and this entire hospital.
Jake: Ok, fine, Greenlee. I believe cube one looks open. Jake: So, haven't you two given me enough grief?
Gillian: Sorry, Jake.
Jake: I mean, we get a ringer in here every shift, and I think you just brought me my first.
Greenlee: Hello? Frostbite! I think I'm losing some digits in here.
Jake: Next time, do me a favor -- take her to Seaview Hospital.
Gillian: You know, maybe you should call Leo. At the very least, he'll be able to get Greenlee off Jake's hands.
Ryan: You know, it's a good thing we're in a hospital because once I tell Leo that Greenlee's been faking this whole thing --
Gillian: No, no, don't.
Ryan: It's called payback. It's payback. I'm just the messenger. She's the one going down.
Gillian: You know, we really shouldn't be having this much fun.
Ryan: You're right, but we are.
Gillian: Yes.
Jake: Deep breath.
Greenlee: I think there's fluid in my lungs.
Jake: Or did you inhale that bucket of water that you poured all over yourself?
Greenlee: Your bedside manner stinks.
Jake: Greenlee, you have a low-grade fever. You'll probably end up with a cold.
Greenlee: Nothing worse? You haven't even looked at my extremities. Aren't you worried about frostbite?
Jake: Nope.
Greenlee: But I suppose you'll keep me in here for overnight observation. I mean, you wouldn't want to be sued for malpractice if you missed anything.
Jake: No, actually, you're free to go.
Greenlee: I could collapse the minute I walk out of here.
Jake: Well, if you do that, just make sure you do it in the parking lot. We'll drag you back in. In the meantime, drink plenty of fluids and turn up the electric blanket. Good-bye.
Greenlee: Leo. I knew you'd come.
Jake: Well, Leo, I'll let you take it over from here.
Greenlee: Thank you, Doctor. Leo, I'm so ashamed. I was totally traumatized. I didn't know what I was --
Leo: Yeah, great. Whatever. I just talked to Ryan and Gillian. They told me about your little scam, so, please, stop the Oscar-winning performance.
Greenlee: Why can't I make anything work? There's no way I'm losing Leo just because of what happened with Laura. There's no way.
Jake: We need this cubicle.
Greenlee: He'll be sorry.
Jake: Greenlee.
Greenlee: He didn't care. He broke the sound barrier getting over here. He cares. That other stuff's just ego.
Jake: A bit of advice?
Greenlee: If it's free.
Jake: Cut your losses.
Greenlee: On second thought, keep it to yourself.
Jake: Sometimes it's just better to walk away.
Greenlee: In your case, that was definitely true. Me? I don't quit. I'll get Leo back.
