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#186 |
| Master Fan
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| (part two of three)
Meredith: Talk about divine retribution.
Izzie: What?
Meredith: He sleeps with his assistant and a carnivorous fish lodges itself in his penis. That's instant karma if I've ever seen it.
Cristina: Yeah, well Derek wasn't struck by lightning and neither were you.
Meredith: Addison showed up. I had months of pain and self-loathing, Crazy ranting mother and a near drowning off the side of a dock. I mean, it's not fish in my hoo-hoo but it's certainly not an easy ride.
Cristina: Yeah, well, I've cheated on my boyfriends and I'm fine. Am I the only one?
George: Which cake is your favorite or have you chosen one yet?
Cristina: Ok, clearly you're not getting the point. I don't have favorite cakes. That's why you're involved.
Meredith: I gotta go. If you see my boyfriend tell him I had some tuna salad and a yogurt and now I'm off to the OR.
Cristina: Hey, this is uh, it's not eating for pleasure. I really need a choice so mark down your favorite.
Izzie: Sorry I froze there...a little bit...uh
George: It's ok.
Izzie: I'm not...I'm not getting weird...you know...it was just a weird time...
George: Shut up and eat some cake.
George: Good?
Izzie: Disgusting.
George: You got me covered in cake.
Callie: Ok, you know what stop. This is just getting sad. I will give the cards to George, I am sure he will share.
Cristina: No he won't...with me anyway. He'll just share them with Izzie. They're like an exclusive little unit...whatever.
Callie confronts Izzie in the elevator...
Callie: Don't talk. I know it's not fair and I know it's not your fault and I know there's nothing going on between you and George, I know that.. except there is. You're his best friend. He loves you. He gets you, he needs you. And I'm just...I'm his wife. And I know...I get the sex and the commitment and the life with him but I want him to get me and to need me and I can't compete with you. So I am asking you to please stop...just stop. Find another friend or whatever you do. Just give me my husband back.
George: Hey. You wanna quiz me on GI stuff?
Izzie: No, I'm still trying to get through my cardio notes.
George: You ok?
Izzie: I'm fine. I should've snuck into the candiru surgery with Meredith and Cristina.
George: You still can.
Izzie: George, can you maybe stop talking so I can concentrate.
George: What's your problem?
Izzie: My problem...is you. You're my penis fish.
George: Your what?
Izzie: You've crawled in and latched on and now I can't move or talk or think or even pee without the nagging feeling that something is eating through my organs.
George: You don't even have a penis. How am I the fish?
Izzie: It's a metaphor, George.
George: What happened to us being fine?
Izzie: I don't know.
Izzie: Maybe we're not.
Izzie: Can you be a vault? I think I need a vault cause I've eaten like...a cake and a half and it's not just not cutting it. And you don't gossip.
Burke: Because nobody tells me anything.
Izzie: I was with a married man. It was...
Burke: I don't mind that nobody tells me anything.
Izzie: It was George. I was with George.
(Burke eats some cake)
Burke: It should be firm inside, not spongy. The frosting, I like. Meringue, light but not to sweet. I always thought chocolate inside but I'm leaning away from that.
Izzie: You've thought a lot about this cake.
Burke: This cake...for this day...with this woman.
Izzie: The red velvets your winner, by the way. |
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