Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman Quotes
      Hank Lawson: What was I thinking? I had to be crazy! Any man puts up with your harpin's gotta be looney!
      Dr. Michaela 'Mike' Quinn: Any man who doesn't care about his friends isn't much of a man.
      Hank Lawson: Don't worry Michaela, you're man enough for both of us.
      Dr. Michaela 'Mike' Quinn: Well, I never!
      Hank Lawson: Yeah, well maybe that's the problem.
        Brian Cooper: So why don't ya marry our Ma and be our Pa?
        Colleen Cooper: Brian!
        Byron Sully: Brian, it's not something you just do. It takes time.
        Brian Cooper: She's 35. She doesn't have alot of time left!
          Byron Sully: Why don't ya quit tryin' so hard?
          Dr. Michaela 'Mike' Quinn: Old habits.
          Byron Sully: Give 'em up.
            Hank Lawson: I ain't stupid.
            Olive Bray: Well, that's a matter of opinion.
              Dr. Michaela 'Mike' Quinn: People who are popular when they're young... they often grow up to have very dull lives. And people who are different... they go on to be successful and make wonderful contributions.
              Colleen Cooper: Like who?
              Dr. Michaela 'Mike' Quinn: Well, like uh... like Abraham Lincoln!
              Colleen Cooper: Yeah, but they shot him!
                Dr. Michaela 'Mike' Quinn: Sometimes I think you must really hate me, mother.
                  Dr. Michaela 'Mike' Quinn: Why can't you accept me for what I am?
                  Elizabeth Quinn: And what are you? You're an unmarried woman, trying to raise three children, in a shack, in the middle of nowhere... and offering your medical services to a bunch of back-woodsman, who pay you in potatoes and in chickens.
                    Dr. Michaela 'Mike' Quinn: How long before we go?
                    Byron Sully: You're not going. The women stay in camp.
                    Dr. Michaela 'Mike' Quinn: Not this woman.
                      Byron Sully: Someone's wife is pretty mad.
                      Dr. Michaela 'Mike' Quinn: My goodness, she's angry. I feel sorry for the poor fellow. Whose teepee is it?
                      Cloud Dancing: Mine.