ChiefMedicalOfficer: give a quick status report to Captain now you've finished patching his injuries

ChiefMedicalOfficer: Alright, up off it. Clear space for the next one.
Captain: Fine work, old friend! I can barely feel a thing. Did you fix my knees while you were in there?
ChiefMedicalOfficer: That's morphine.
Captain: Morphine! I should have that every day, if it gets my joints feeling like this.
ChiefMedicalOfficer: You really shouldn't.
Captain: Hah! You're the doc. What's the damage look like?
ChiefMedicalOfficer: Sir, quarter of the crew incapacitated, dead, or badly injured, and we'll hit half if this keeps up.
ChiefMedicalOfficer: Your damage: RedDwarf went for a kill you barely got out of. Your heart's holding together with medical paste and luck. If this wasn't a nuclear disaster I'd have you locked in a cryo-tube.
Captain: I don't like either of those status reports.
ChiefMedicalOfficer: Call the shuttle about it.
Captain: I'm well aware of the option.
ChiefMedicalOfficer: Mh.
Captain: I'm convening a meeting on the bridge to settle this once and for all. All heads.
ChiefMedicalOfficer: Can't.
Captain: Oh, don't worry about the risks, we'll have Cyborg escort.
ChiefMedicalOfficer: No, can't.

Captain: Ah, right.
ChiefMedicalOfficer: Get moving.
ChiefMedicalOfficer: I'll join on the holo.

ChiefMedicalOfficer : Finish your coffee, you�re gonna need it