Pete: If Dr. Kretsa's about to whip a kidney out of Mac and whack it into Mum, he's going to do it pretty soon.
(Angie nods in agreement)
Pete: He'll have to call us to sort it out.
(Angie nods, as her phone rings)
Pete: (laughs) Just one of those psychic things I've got.

Angie - "Sleep in did we?
Mac - "Oh right, very droll!"
Stone - "How are you feeling?"
Mac - "Fine, no bits missing!"
Church - "No, no, checked myself!"

Pete: How the hell could you loose her? (Mac)
Danni: You tell me, you’re the bloody psychic.

Danni: Mac, talk to us. Please!

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