- Margarita: But he's a child! You can't just cut bits off!
- Young Doctor: I'm not going to cut anything off. I'm going to gouge!
- Young Doctor: [stitching girl's amputated leg] Seven years. Finest university in all Russia. All that hard work to reach the top of the class. And for what? I'm not a doctor. I'm a butcher.
- Older Doctor: And a seamstress.
- Young Doctor: What am I doing here? Why did they send me to this godforsaken backwoods?
- Older Doctor: But you did a good job. She's alive.
- Young Doctor: I know, but look at her. What's left of her? What have I done?
- Older Doctor: You saved her. You just might have to settle for saving the world three quarters of a peasant at a time.