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| Version | User | Scope of changes |
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| Jan 1 2010, 3:46 AM EST (current) | SRnEL4eva | 21 words added |
| Jul 16 2008, 10:41 AM EDT | bluebird123 | 620 words added |
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| Meredith (closing voiceover): Responsibility, it really does suck. Unfortunately, once you get past the age of braces and training bras, responsibility doesn't go away. It can't be avoided. Either someone makes us face it or we suffer the consequences. And still adulthood has it perks. I mean the shoes, the sex, the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. That's, pretty damn good |
| (Cristina is at the food table. She reaches for something. Bailey takes it instead) Bailey: You could touch that, but I’d have to kill you. Cristina (quietly): So about that towel thing? Bailey: It’s been taken care of. Cristina: Okay. Bailey: You don’t need to concern yourself with it. Cristina: So what’s going to happen? Bailey: We’re not gonna talk about it anymore is what’s gonna happen. Are we clear? Or have you had too much alcohol to understand me? Cristina: We’re very clear. Bailey: Good. You have any bourbon? (Cristina walks away) |
| Izzie (to George): Do you think you could get home to sign for the beer? Alex: Why don't you have your boyfriend sign for it? Izzie: You have a very annoying way of sneaking up on people. Maybe if you were a little less creepy. Alex: I wouldn't come anyway. I hate big parties. George: Is Meredith the only person in the hospital who doesn't know the size of this thing? Izzie: I'm telling her. Cristina: You can't. She's gone already. Izzie: What? Already? Cristina I think she had, excuse me, an errand to run. (walks away) Izzie: You don't think Meredith's really going to mind about the party, right? George: I want you to make it very clear to her that I had nothing to do with this party. Nothing. |
| Izzie: George, I need more ice and chips. George: Who else did you invite? Cristina: Izzie, we said the list was jocks only. Surgery, Trauma, Plastics. Who else? Izzie: Just some people from Peds. Cristina: You invited the preschoolers to Meredith's house. The next thing you'll say is you invited the shrinks. (Izzie looks away) She invited mental defects. This party's D.O.A. George: You know, Meredith thinks this is just going to be a little, small, meet-your-boyfriend cocktail thing. Did you clear this with her? Izzie: No, but I will. (George and Cristina give her a look) I promise. Cristina: Why are you wasting the only weekend your boyfriend is in town on a big party? Is he bad in bed? Izzie (chuckles): No. I just want him to meet some of my friends. Cristina: Right. Sixty geeks in scrubs are your friends. (her beeper goes off. She gets up to leave) Bad sex, sucks for you. |
| Izzie: So the beer's coming at 7:00 and some of the floor nurses are bringing wine. Cristina: You invited nurses? Ugh. George: Did you clear this with Meredith? Izzie: A few more people isn't going to make a difference. Okay? A party's a party. Cristina: The bigger the party, the less time for bad sex with the hockey player. Izzie: Would you stop saying that? Cristina: Okay. Izzie: Hank and I have great sex. Cristina: Mmhmmm. Izzie: All the time. Cristina: Mmhmm. Izzie: In fact, we'll probably have sex after the party. Or during the party. George: As long as you clear it with Meredith. Izzie: Hank just needs to realize that doctors can have fun. We're not all workaholics with God complexes. Cristina: We are workaholics with God complexes. |
| George (drunken and admiring Izzie's boyfriend): You and Izzie are gonna give birth to tall, blonde people. Kind of like Barbies. |
