(Holly walks into reception and sees a balloon tied to the desk)
HOLLY: Ah, got an admirer then?
AMY: Er, several but that’s from Barney.
HOLLY: Aww bless ‘im!
PATRICK: Oh what better way to express your love than a plastic bag full of air.
AMY: Mr Spiller have you no sense of romance?
PATRICK: My sense of romance stretches little further than a barrage balloon. (He looks at the paper in his hand and calls out the patient) Mrs Lumb? Mrs Emily Lumb? (He looks at Amy and Holly who are staring at him) What? Valentines day was invented by shopkeepers to get rid of a load of old tat.
HOLLY: Are you totally emotionally dysfunctional?
PATRICK: Oh please!
HOLLY: Shame Barney didn’t buy a couple hundred of those balloons. We could attach them to Patrick and watch them float away!
PATRICK: I heard that!

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(Holly walks out of a cubicle with a little girl and her dad)
GIRL: I hate fishing!
HOLLY: Not as much as the fish hates it! See you in a bit
(She walks over to Patrick)
HOLLY: Patrick!
PATRICK: I’m fine. Thank you for asking.
HOLLY: Listen, about your treatment of that girl—
PATRICK: Holly, just cause you’ve got thirty minutes to kill it doesn’t mean I have.

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HOLLY: What is it with you?
PATRICK: Thirty minutes already? Time does fly when you’re understaffed!
HOLLY: Yeah well maybe you couldn’t spare that little girl half an hour of your time you could certainly give me a minute.
PATRICK: What is your problem? I’m the one that got kicked!
HOLLY: Yeah you deserved to get kicked! The first thing you do when treating a child is you relieve their pain.
PATRICK: Obviously
HOLLY: With an injection Patrick? Which she was scared of? Why didn’t you give her a local anaesthetic first?
PATRICK: Because that numbs the skin, not the fear.
HOLLY: Oh and do you rub that on your heart every morning then?
PATRICK: That little girl could be on her way home by now. But no, she’s sat outside with a hook still in her hand and still as scared of the injection as she was before.
HOLLY: No, not as scared! If you made the effort to try and talk to her—
PATRICK: Holly this is a busy A&E department. The quicker we get to treat a patient the sooner we can treat the next.
HOLLY: You really don’t get it do you
PATRICK: What you don’t get is that I’m an SPR and you’re an SHO and one day you’ll understand the difference.

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(Holly walks into reception and sees some flowers on the desk)
HOLLY: You must be the most popular woman in this hospital!
AMY: Er, they’re not for me.
HOLLY: Oh, sorry!
AMY: They’re for you.
HOLLY: Me?
(She reads the card, smiling, then sees Patrick watching her. She follows him into the staffroom)
HOLLY: Red roses Patrick.
PATRICK: Ah, so I saw. Who do you know who’s so romantic?
HOLLY: Well that’s what I was wondering.
PATRICK: Must have more money than sense.
HOLLY: Oh I don’t know about that
PATRICK: You like ‘em then?
HOLLY: Two dozen red roses . . . what woman wouldn’t? Did you send them?
PATRICK: Well . . . maybe I’m not so emotionally dysfunctional after all.
HOLLY: Dysfunctional? You’re unbelievable!
PATRICK: What?
HOLLY: Do you really think a bunch of flowers can make up for your behaviour today?
PATRICK: Apparently not.
HOLLY: D’you know you’ve got about as much respect for the living as you’ve got for the dead!
PATRICK: Holly, I paid my respects to Frank by trying to save his life. Unfortunately for him, and Max and everybody else, I failed. And I didn’t need to go to his funeral to be reminded of that fact.
HOLLY: Patrick, you can’t save everyone.
PATRICK: I can! If I’m good at my job.
HOLLY: I didn’t understand you when I went out with you and I certainly don’t understand you now.
PATRICK: The only difference between you and me is that I maintain a sense of professional detachment.
HOLLY: Oh even with a little frightened girl?
PATRICK: With any patient!
HOLLY: Well I tell you what Patrick, try maintaining that same sense of detachment from me!