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| Jan 1 2010, 3:02 AM EST (current) | SRnEL4eva | 58 words added, 1 word deleted |
| Jul 16 2008, 10:38 AM EDT | bluebird123 | 495 words added |
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| Izzie (to Alex after he made photo copies of the picture of her posing in the magazine and put them all over the locker room): You wanna see it? You really wanna see it? Fine! Let's look at that tattoo up close and personal, shall we? (she rips off her shirt and throws it at Alex) What are these? Oh, my God! Breasts! How does anybody practice medicine hauling these things around? And what have we got back here? Lets see if I remember my anatomy. (takes off her pants) Gluts, right? Lets study them, shall we? Gather around and check out the booty that put Izzie Stevens through Med. school! You wanna call me Dr. Model? That's fine. Just remember that while you're still sitting on two hundred grand of student loans, I'm out of debt |
| Liz: They were never gonna operate. Cristina: You could have told me. Liz: What fun would that have been? Think of it as a hazing ritual. |
| Meredith: I told my mother about you. She remembers you very well. Liz: Of course she would. Ellis Grey never forgot a thing. Meredith (chuckling): Mmm. Oh…. I'm sorry. It's not really funny. It's not funny, but... Liz: What's her diagnosis? Meredith: Alzheimer's, early onset. Liz: And she doesn't want anyone to know. Meredith: No. She's in a nursing home and I'm the only person she'll allow to see her. Liz: But if I know Ellis Grey, she made the nursing home sign a contract to that effect. Meredith: You know my mother well. Liz: What a bitch.*****. (they both laugh) |
| Liz: You don't wake a patient like that. What do I have to do to get through to you? Cristina: Cut me some slack. I was on call last night. I didn't get much sleep. Liz: Oh, stop whining. You'd rather be here, and you know it. What you got waiting for you at home? Boyfriend? Cristina: Nope. Liz: A girlfriend? Cristina: Nope. Liz: A pet? Family? Cristina: A bed. Liz: We got plenty of beds here. I don't feel sorry for you. This is who we are. This is our lives |
| Meredith: Meredith Grey. She wanted me to send her regards. Liz: That doesn't sound like her. Meredith: Excuse me? Liz: Well, the Ellis Grey I know didn't have regards for anyone except Ellis Grey. But you know that already, don't you? Where is she now? Meredith: Traveling. Liz: Traveling? Meredith: Yeah. Liz: Huh. Is she practicing? Meredith: Not so much. Liz: Oh. Doesn't sound like her, either. She was all work, just like me. She never left the hospital. But you know that, too, don't you? Is she well? Meredith: She's fine. Liz: Good. Meredith: Just wanted to send her regards. Take care. |
| Cristina (looking at Izzie's picture in the magazine): You are eight feet tall. Your boobs are perfect. Your hair is down to there. If I were you, I would walk around naked all the time. I wouldn't...I wouldn't have a job. I wouldn't have skills, I wouldn't even know how to read. I'd just be....naked. |
