Band-Aid Covers the Bullet Hole/Transcript

Meredith VO: As doctors, patients are always telling us how they'd do our jobs. 
(At Burke's Apartment)
(George cutting his hair)
Meredith VO: Just stitch me up, slap a band-aid on it and send me home. It’s easy to suggest a quick solution, when you don’t know much about the problem or you don’t understand the underlying cause or just how deep the wound is. 
(In the woods)
(Derek throwing a stick for Doc)
Derek: So your friends ... they still mad about this very bad horrible thing you did? 
Meredith: The very horrible bad thing that I won't tell you about? Yes they're still upset. 
Derek: Well whatever it is I don't want to know. Even if I beg. Don't tell me. 
Meredith: Ok, I won't. 
Derek: Good. Ok. Although we are friends. 
Meredith: True, we are friends. 
Derek: Technically you tell friends stuff. You come to me with a problem, I give you the answer. After maybe we celebrate the moments of our lives.
Meredith: I will keep that in my mind next time I do a horrible thing. What about you, don't you have any problems you want to tell me about? 
Derek: Truthfully, at this moment in time I don't have any problems. Not a single one.
Meredith VO: The first step toward a real cure is to know exactly what the disease is to begin with. But that’s not what people want to hear. 
(In Burke's apartment)
(George and Burke enters)
Burke: Good morning!
George: Ah how many miles was that Dr. Burke? 
Burke: Five! 
George: Five. Five miles in 50 minutes. Nice.
Burke: We can get it closer to 45. 
George: Pancakes? 
Burke: Ah, top cupboard.
Cristina: What's wrong with your hair? 
Burke: Leave the man alone. He's got issues. And if he wants to cut his hair to get over those issues that's his business. His thing. 
George: It's my thing. (to Burke) Coffee? 
Burke: Oh cappuccino. 
George: Ooh excellent. Cappuccino.
Meredith VO: We're supposed to forget the past that led us here, ignore the future complications that might arise and go for the quick fix. 
(In the hospital)
Izzie: What happened to George's hair? Is he having a nervous breakdown?
Cristina: Burke says he's got issues. Uh you should see them together. Like doing things, like running ... and cooking and talking. They're like bonding. 
Izzie: And you're afraid that Burke will realize he makes a better girlfriend than you? 
Cristina: You know Meredith just go and apologize to him. 
Meredith: I've tried! 
Izzie: Try again. Things can't stay like this. They suck like this. 
Alex: What's up with O'Malley's hair? He looks like a hobbit. 
Izzie: He's just trying a new look. 
Alex: You never called me back last night. You avoiding me? 
Izzie: Why would I be avoiding you?
(In Denny's room)
Izzie: Denny Duquette. Age 36. 
Denny: 37 in 3 weeks. 
Izzie: 37 in 3 weeks. He's having difficulty breathing and chest pains. 
Burke: Breath sounds? 
Izzie: Still a little junky. He has a build up fluid in his system. 
Denny: Hey did you just call me a junkie? That's not very nice. 
Burke: Denny, you're congestive heart failure is getting worse despite the meds.
Denny: Alright so how do we proceed? 
Burke: Doctors how do we proceed?
Alex: Titrate up his nitrate drip and continue with diuretics plus- 
Izzie: ACE-inhibitors, Beta-blockers and start dobutamine.
Burke: I also want his ins and outs recorded and one of you monitoring him at all times. 
Izzie: I'll stay. 
Alex: Me too.
(In Penny Gibson's room)
Addison: Mr. and Mrs. Gibson, I'm Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd. I'll be covering for Doctor Pollack. 
Meredith: Mrs. Gibson had a pre-term premature rupture of her membranes at 28 weeks. 
Cristina: She's confined to supervised bed rest for 7 weeks and has a low grade fever. 
Penny: Can't you just schedule a C? Believe me, I'm ready to have this baby. 
Mr. Gibson: Hey you and me both. 
Addison: I want to get your blood work back before we make any further decisions. 
Penny: I have to pee. Again. 
Mr. Gibson: Come on, here we go. I appreciate you taking over my wife's case uh, uh Dr. Pollack says you're the best. 
Addison: Oh it's my pleasure Mr. Gibson. 
Mr. Gibson: He didn't mention that ah- wow you bear a striking resemblance to a young Catherine Deneuve. 
(Addison looks a little surprised) 
Mr. Gibson: Oh you've, you've never heard that before?
Addison: Uh, eh no. Sorry I, I have to say it's a first. 
Bailey: Been told I look like Halle Berry. 
Mr. Gibson: Ah beautiful. Beautiful. Well Miss Deneuve. Of course you are too but by extension. 
Addison: Right, we'll be back um in later to check on your wife. 
Mr. Gibson: Look forward to it!
(They all leave)
Bailey: Uh ER needs a consult. 
Addison: Uh O'Malley, Grey why don't you go and take that? 
Meredith: What about Mrs. Gibson? 
Addison: I'll take care of Mrs. Gibson. 
(Meredith leaves)
George: Uh they really need both us? 
Addison: I'll guess you'll find out. Go! 
(George leaves) 
Addison: Are you taking him to the nursery? 
Bailey: Ah it's full and Tucker's out of town until tomorrow.
(Richard comes up)
Richard: You brought your baby to work? 
(Addison takes Tuck from Bailey and tries to calm him down) 
Bailey: Uh yes Chief. 
Richard: You're not going to take him into surgery with you? 
Bailey: Uh, uh I don't have anything scheduled for today. 
Richard: Yet. 
Bailey: Ok I can't solve a problem until there's a problem to solve. Are you saying there's a problem? 
Addison: Yeah, is there a problem Richard? 
Richard: No.
(George and Meredith waits for elevator)
Meredith: You know at some point you are going to have to talk to me. 
(George starts walking away) 
George: I'm gonna take the stairs. 
(Meredith gets on the elevator) 
(In ER) 
Meredith: You paged? 
ER Doctor: Yeah just got a new patient. Looks surgical. Maybe neuro.
(The ER doctor pulls open a curtain to reveal a relatively young black couple sitting on a bed together.) 
(Meredith looks down and notices the ice-pack on Kyle's groin)
Meredith: Doesn't look neuro to me. 
ER Doctor: Not him. 
Kyle: Oh no I'm fine. It's my wife. 
Sylvia: This is so embarrassing but we didn't know what else to do. 
(Sylvia turns slightly to reveal a fork embedded in her neck) 
Meredith: Oh.
Kyle: We were at the Hotel Monaco having brunch. I...we had some mimosas-
Sylvia: Uh can we just skip that part. Can we pull this out and just go...I'm fine really. 
Kyle: Sylvia was giving me some special attention. Under the table. 
Sylvia: Oh dear lord. 
Derek: Oh! Ok. 
Kyle: Sweetie, they're doctors. They've heard it all. 
Derek: Yes, we have. 
Meredith: Absolutely. 
Sylvia: While I was down there something happened. It was like a shock went through my body. 
Kyle: And she clenched. 
Derek: Clenched?
Sylvia: My jaw. It just shut. 
Kyle: And I panicked. 
Derek: Oh yeah
Kyle: And I grabbed a fork off the table and it was just instinctual. 
Sylvia: It doesn't hurt that much. We just didn't want to pull it out cause it's in there pretty good. 
Meredith: No you did the right thing. Pulling it out could cause more damage. 
Derek: You know I wanna do an x-ray. I wanna make sure there is no nerve or major blood vessels being comprised. Now Mr. Booker did you get your injury um, you know, checked? 
Kyle: Oh Doctors say I'm fine. It's just some bruising. 
Derek: Good. Ok. I wanna find out what's causing the clenching. Now do you have a history of seizures? 
Sylvia: No, nothing like that. 
Kyle: It may...It may have something to do with her brain aneurysm. 
Sylvia: Kyle! 
Kyle: What? 
Sylvia: I don't want to do this now. 
Meredith: No it's not on there. 
Sylvia: Can't we just take this fork out and go? 
Derek: No. Kyle: She was diagnosed about 6 weeks ago. 
Derek: And your doctor didn't recommend surgery? 
Sylvia: All the surgeons have said it's inoperable. 
Derek: Hmm. 
Sylvia: That's why Kyle and I are hear in Seattle. The Space Needle. I've always wanted to see it. 
Kyle: We wanted to see it together. 
Derek (softly to Meredith): Do an MRI. It was good to see you today.
(In Ambulance Bay)
Bailey: What do we got? 
Ray: Tachycardic in the 140s. Systolic is in the 60s. Last was 72 over 40. 
Bailey: Can you turn that off? Turn that off! 
Paramedic: Okay! 
(Cristina comes up) 
Cristina: Dr. Bailey.
Bailey: Here, take him.
Cristina: Uh what? 
Bailey: You're going to watch him. 
Cristina: No, no, no. You don't want me to do that. I can... 
Bailey: Yang I have a patient! I need to operate on that patient right now! Take him! 
Cristina: Page the Chief! 
Bailey: No I'm not paging anyone. I'm a surgeon. I'm going to do the surgery. Cris...I ... I need you to help me Cristina.
Cristina: I...I ... 
Bailey: Take him. Watch from the gallery! You both can.
(In the ER)
George: Hey. 
Callie: Hey. You didn't call me. 
George: I did. I did. A few times. I just hung up every time. 
Callie: Nice. Very stalker like. Goes with the hair. 
George: I just thought it would look good a little shorter. 
Callie: It is shorter. ... I make you nervous don't I? 
George: Yeah a little. 
Callie: That's good. 
George: Yeah, that's what? 
Callie: Hey are you busy? 
George: No. 
Callie: You wanna see something really cool?
George: Whoa. 
Callie: Excellent, right? 
George: Yeah it is. How'd you do that? 
Heath: After hockey practice this morning. I didn't have my glove on cause I was getting a drink from the goalie's water bottle and the next thing I know this ass-head crashes into the net, my hand gets tangled in the mesh and I start hearing pops. 
(Callie looks at the films) 
Heath: Big pops. 
Callie: Dr. O'Malley, what do you see? 
George: Oh dislocation of the PIP joint and multiple fractures. That must really hurt. 
Heath: It's just a finger. Last season I took a puck to the face; broke two teeth. 
George: Oh yeah. 
Callie: Orthos love hockey season. It's like Christmas every day. 
Heath: Can we just like put it on a splint or something? I've got a really big game this afternoon. 
(Callie and George exchange shocked looks)
(In trauma room)
Sylvia: Um, do you know what you're doing? I mean have you ever done this before? 
Meredith: Have I ever pulled a fork out of somebody's neck? 
Sylvia: Mmm right. Ok. Yeah let's just do it. (to Kyle) Honey? 
Kyle: Mmm? 
Sylvia: Talk to me. 
Kyle: Ok. 
Sylvia: Distract me. 
Kyle: Ok. Think about Paris. 
Sylvia: Ok. 
Kyle: And the food and the wine. 
Sylvia: Uh huh. 
Kyle: And the long walks we'll take together and the Champs de what? 
Sylvia: The Champs-Élysées. 
(Meredith yanks the fork out) 
Kyle: More food. 
Sylvia: Yes. 
Kyle: More wine. 
Meredith: Ok. 
Sylvia: That's it? Oh my god, I didn't even feel anything. You're amazing. She's amazing. 
Kyle (to Meredith): So how much do you know about this Dr. Shepherd? 
Sylvia: Kyle. No. I do not want another MRI. I want to go to Paris. 
Kyle: I made a few calls. He has an incredible reputation. 
Sylvia: Please Kyle. Let's just live our lives. I wanna go crazy. I wanna crawl underneath the table. I wanna go to Paris while we still can. 
Meredith: Dr. Shepherd is an extraordinary surgeon. If he thinks he can help a second opinion couldn't hurt, could it? 
Sylvia: There won't be a second opinion. It'll be a fourth opinion. And when Dr. Shepherd says there's nothing more that he can do, we'll be devastated all over again. I just wanna spend what little time we have left in Paris. 
Kyle: So do I. But I don't want to go to Paris and wonder if we should've listened to the amazing girl who took a fork out of your neck.
(In Denny's room)
Denny: You're not Izzie. 
Alex: Sorry to disappoint you. 
Denny: Not disappointed, just saying. W-here is she? 
Alex: Well she's busy with other patients. I'm afraid you'll have to make do with me. 
Denny: Look man I'm sure you're, I'm sure you're a fine doctor just, just not as much my type. No offense. 
Alex: Yeah well I'll just have to settle on being Izzie's type. 
Denny: So you ... you two ... 
Alex: Yeah. Yeah. Pretty much you know. 
Denny: Congratulations.
(In On-call Room)
Cristina (singing): A, b, c, d. Oh, gross. E, f, g, this really couldn't suck any worse. 
Richard: Dr. Yang. 
Cristina: Oh ah, Dr. Webber. 
Richard: What's that smell? 
Cristina: Uh...it's feces, it's baby feces. We've had an incident, sir. 
Richard: Are you having trouble with the diaper, Yang? 
Cristina: Sir. No, sir. 
Richard: Because it looks like you're having trouble with the diaper. 
Cristina: No, sir, I've got a ... I've got a MD from Stanford and a PhD from Berkley I can handle this diaper. Unless you want to? Richard (uncomfortable): Uh...n...no, no. It's alright, it's alright, you carry on. Carry on. 
(Richard walks away)
(In Hallway)
Sylvia: Can we stop for a moment please? 
Meredith: Sure. 
Sylvia: I can walk. 
Meredith: Oh, ok. The wheelchair is just protocol. 
Sylvia: Yeah well I'm way past caring about protocol. I just wanna feel my body move while I can. 
(They start walking down the hall again with Meredith pushing the empty wheelchair) 
Meredith: You seem incredibly ok with your prognosis. 
Sylvia: More than ok. I'm a little in love with my prognosis. Woke me up. Woke my marriage up. Been sleepwalking about 15 years and now I am wide awake. I'm having this MRI for Kyle. He's not ready to let go. But me and my aneurysm ... we're good friends.
(In X-Ray/CT/MRI viewing room)
Addison: Hey, I've been looking for you. 
Derek: Hey. Look. Look at the size of this aneurysm. 
Addison: Yeah it's big. 
Derek: It's huge. 
Addison: You're going to try to operate? 
Derek: Well I'm definitely intrigued. 
Addison: You know who Catherine Deneuve is? 
Derek: Hmmm ... yeah actress. French. Hot. 
Addison: One of my patients...her husband actually uh said I looked like her. 
Derek: Isn't she blonde? 
Addison: Yeah ... I guess. I dunno...I...I dunno. Anyways so ... ok, you're busy. 
Derek: Bye. 
(Addison leaves)
(In Denny's room)
Denny: I'm not just another pretty face you know. I've got it going on up here as well. 
Izzie: So you keep telling me. 
Denny: Yep. I probably know hundreds of words. 
Izzie: Really? Hundreds. Wow you're a real brain trust. 
Denny: Ouch. 
Izzie: Oh I'm highly competitive. Screw. S-C-R-E-W. That's 25 points thank you very much. 
Denny: Wait a second, now you didn't tell me we were playing naughty word scrabble. 
Izzie: We're not playing naughty word scrabble, you just have a dirty mind. 
Denny: Oh, it's filthy but you're the one that put down screw. 
Izzie: I was referring to hardware, not sex. 
Denny: Oh. I guess maybe sometimes it's ah; it's hard to tell where you're...where you're coming from. 
Izzie: What do you mean? 
Denny: Alex ah ... he may have said something about you guys um being together. 
Izzie: Uh well ... he had no business telling you that and besides it's not even true so ... 
Denny: So you're not together? 
Izzie: No. I mean yeah a little but not really so ... no. 
Denny: Ok ... well sweet. Thanks, thanks for clearing that up. 
(Denny has serious trouble breathing) 
Izzie: Denny what is it? Don't, don't panic! Just try to breathe! (To nurse) Page Dr. Burke! Just try to breathe! Just breathe! Just breathe! Take it easy! 
(Denny is now lying on his bed breathing slowly but seems to be okay. Izzie and Dr. Burke are standing near his bedside) 
Izzie: He had flash-pulmonary edema. I switched him to nesiritide, started him on milrinone and put him on BiPAP. 
Burke: That's a good call Stevens. 
Denny: Good call. Bad news right? 
Burke: It's not good. The fact is Denny, you need a new heart and you're running out of time. 
Denny: Ok, so what's behind door number 2? 
Burke: I would like to install a left-ventricular assist device. It's a battery operated machine to help your heart pump. 
Denny: Battery-operated. I knew it. You people are trying to turn me into a robot. It's all part of your evil plan to take over the hospital. 
Izzie: It's a bridge to transplant Denny. It'll keep you alive while we wait for your new heart. 
Denny: Yeah that easy, huh? No catch? 
Burke: There are some risks. Increased damage to your platelets, increased bleeding and if you do choose the assist device, you may not be able to leave the hospital until you get a donor heart. 
Denny: Phew... yeah ... any other options? I'm gonna need time to think. 
Burke: Don't take too long Denny. 
(Burke leaves)
(In On Call Room)
Alex: Always happy to get this page. 
(He starts to remove his shirt) 
Izzie: Stop. That's not why I paged you. 
Alex: What you paged me to the on-call room to talk? 
Izzie: No I paged you to the on-call room to yell. Why the hell did you talk to Denny about us? You had no right! 
Alex: Oh right because you never talk to Denny about personal... 
Izzie: I don't talk to him about our sex life Alex! That is between us! 
Alex: Oh, got it! So none of your friends know that we're sleeping together? Izzie: I'm sorry are you saying that you and Denny are friends now? 
Alex: No I don't become friends with my patients Iz! 
Izzie: You're an ass! You feel threatened by him! That is why you did that! There is no other reason! 
Alex: You're his doctor Izzie! And he's your half-dead, possibly soon to be all-dead patient! How can I possibly be threatened by that guy? 
Izzie: I can't believe you just said that.
Alex: Someone's got to.
(In Truama Room)
Callie: I'll schedule the surgery for your son. In the meantime I'm sending Heath home today with a prescription for hydrocodone to control the pain. 
Heath: Look I...I get this is a bad break but it doesn't hurt that much. I'm telling you I can handle this! So here's what I'm thinking, we take this off; we put a small splint on my fingers so I can jam it into the glove. I play today and then I'm all yours!
Mrs. Mercer: You're not playing today. There's no playing today! 
George: Heath, you're mom's right. 
Mrs. Mercer: Thank you. Did you hear that? I'm right. (to George) You're mother must be very proud of you. 
Heath: Scouts are coming today! College Scouts! I could get a scholarship today! Don't you get that? 
Callie: Heath, if I cut that bandage off, we risk doing permanent damage to your finger. I'm with you man but I'm sorry there's no way we can put your finger into a glove today. 
Heath: There must be something you can do. I need to play this afternoon. This game ... it's what I've been training for my entire life. This is my chance to go to college. This is my whole future. 
Mrs. Mercer: Oh honey, you can go to community college and get your grades up... 
(Heath leaves)
Mrs. Mercer: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. 
(Mrs. Mercer leaves) 
Callie: Oh, sucks. 
George: Yeah.
(In Cafteria)
Mr. Gibson: Oh, Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd. Are those my wife's test results there? 
Addison: Yes, they are actually. There's no infection. Everything looks good. I'm scheduling a C-section this afternoon. I was actually going to go up after lunch and tell her. Mr. Gibson-
Mr. Gibson: You know you really do look like Catherine Deneuve. 
Addison: I'm talking about your wife. Giving birth to your baby. 
Mr. Gibson: I know. I know. I'm sorry. May I? Listen I don't mean to focus on your looks. I mean you seem very kind, very intelligent; obviously you're a doctor. I don't mean to objectify or harass you in any way ... I'm usually not this awkward but you're just so extraordinarily beautiful. I understand if a beautiful, intelligent woman like you doesn't want to eat with me. So uh ... well, anyway ... 
Addison: No, no. 
Mr. Gibson: Really? 
Addison: Yes, stay. It's fine. 
Mr. Gibson: Ok. All right. 
Addison: You're gonna eat that pudding?
(At the next table)
Cristina: Take him! 
Izzie: No. Bailey gave him to you. 
Cristina: She's only gonna be in surgery for another half an hour. Hour tops. Take him. Take him. 
Izzie: You're a liar. And you also smell like vomit. 
George: Really? Cause I just think it smells like poo. 
Cristina: Okay this is why some species eat their young. 
Izzie (to George): Have you talk to Meredith yet? 
George: Tomorrow ah I'm gonna buy a T-shirt that says 'Stop asking me about Meredith' and I'm gonna wear it every day until people stop asking me about Meredith! 
(Meredith walks into the cafeteria and Cristina notices) 
Cristina: Shh, at least they won't be asking you about your hair! 
(Meredith sits down at the table next to George. George gets up immediately and leaves) 
Izzie: Uh! Come on. (to Meredith) Meredith, stop him! 
(George sits down with Callie at any empty table) 
Meredith: What should I do? Knock him down? 
Cristina: Do you know that he cut his hair over my bathroom sink this morning? 
Meredith: George is a good roommate. If you tell him what's annoying you, he will stop. 
Cristina: No he's not my...he's not my...See this is why I shouldn't have given up my place. 
Izzie: He would still be our roommate if Meredith would just apologize. 
Meredith: I have apologized. I've apologized sincerely. And you know what? It takes two, to make a stupid sexual decision. So, whatever. 
(She gets up and leaves) 
Izzie: Oh. I just miss when we all got along. Can't we just go back to that? 
(Alex comes to the table and hovers over it. Izzie gets up immediately) 
Izzie: Excuse me; I have to check on a patient. 
(She leaves and Alex throws his tray down hard on the table and sits down. Instantly Bailey's baby starts crying loudly) 
Cristina (glares at Alex): Awesome. Awesome! Thanks Alex. Thank you! Oh yeah. Ok. (Rocking the baby) Shut it. Shut it. Shut it.
(Meredith and Derek are standing eating lunch together.) 
Meredith: They have no right to be mad at me! It's none of their business. 
Derek: I agree. 
Meredith: You can't agree. You don't even know what I'm talking about. 
Derek: You're talking about being mad at your friends for being mad at you. 
Meredith: I hate them. I do. 
Derek: What the hell did you do? 
Meredith: I'm not telling you. 
Derek: Oh you know as a friend, you suck. 
(Derek notices across on the other side of the hospital Addison laughing with Mr. Gibson outside the elevators.) 
Meredith: Does Addison know we're friends?
Derek: Did you get Sylvia Booker's blood work back yet?
Meredith: I'm going right now.
(Meredith leaves)
(In gallery of Bailey's OR)
(Cristina is holding a very antsy baby Tuck who is crying loudly. She uses Tuck's foot to press the intercom button.) 
Cristina: Dr. Bailey! 
Bailey: What is it Yang? 
Cristina: Uh. He's crying. 
Bailey: Let me hear him.
Cristina: What?
Bailey: Let me hear the baby cry. 
(Cristina holds up Tuck to the intercom who cries loudly) 
Bailey: That's cry number 4. You need to feed him. 
(Cristina pulls Tuck away from the intercom) 
Cristina: Oh god. Oh.
(In Sylvia's Room)
Sylvia: A double-barrel what? 
Meredith: The double-barrel brain by-pass. 
Derek: I'm gonna use two scalp arteries to re-direct the blood flow in your brain around the aneurysm.
Kyle: How come no one else has mentioned this? 
Derek: Well it's a surgery that's been performed less than a dozen times. I have performed one successfully and I've watched one. I don't want to understate the risks. 
Kyle: Risks? 
Derek: Mmm hmm. The risks are that the aneurysm could rupture on the table. 
Kyle: But you think there's a chance. A chance that it could work. 
Sylvia: No. Hell no. I'm leaving. And we're going to Europe. We've always wanted to see it. We've never had the time. This is the time. We're going. That's it. 
(At Nurses Station) 
Kyle: Dr. Shepherd? Can I get a word? 
Derek: Yes. 
Kyle: Um, I'm sorry if my wife offended you. 
Derek: Oh no. No offense at all. 
Kyle: Oh. I didn't notice her. 
Derek: I'm sorry? 
Kyle: For 15 years I didn't notice her. When we got married she was everything and sometime, somewhere along the way I stopped noticing her, I stopped seeing her and since she's been sick she's all I've seen. And I hate that's what it took, I hate it and I'm sorry. But I love her. And I don't want her...I don't want my wife to die. Please talk to her. Dr. Shepherd, please. 
Derek: Ok.
(At another Nurses Station)
Addison: I had a lunch date with my patient's husband today. He paid attention to me Miranda. For a whole half hour. 
Bailey: Addison, you're not gonna fix the problem with your husband by having meals with someone else's. 
Addison: Mmm. 
(Addison walks away) 
Bailey: I mean it!
(At another Nurses Station)
Cristina: Oh please eat. Eat. I'm begging you to eat! Yummy food. Yummy! Bailey. Breast...milk. Food. Come on! 
(Burke comes up)
Burke: Well look at you. 
Cristina: You find this amusing. 
Burke: And you don't? 
Cristina: Come on...you know what? I can't help you. I can't help you. I can not help you if you do not want to eat. If you're gonna keep on crying, then eat. 
(George walks by and notices and walks up) 
(George takes Tuck from Cristina and the bottle. Tuck instantly stops crying and instantly successful Tuck to feed from the bottle) 
Burke: O'Malley, you're a natural. You have nieces and nephews? 
George: No sir, babies just like me. 
Burke: Oh speaks to a good bedside manner. Keep it up. 
George: Thanks sir. 
(Burke leaves and Callie walks up) 
Callie: Hey, is that Bailey's baby? 
George: Yeah. 
Callie: Oh, oh he's so cute. Oh hi there. ... So I scheduled the Mercer kid's surgery for tomorrow afternoon, I assume you want in?
Cristina: No, no I want in the surgery. Any surgery. I'll do it. 
Callie: Who are you? 
Cristina: I'm Cristina. 
Callie: Sorry, I only need one. 
George: Oh well absolutely, I'm in.
Callie: Ok. Oh and George? 
George: Hmm? 
Callie: This is the last invitation I'm extending, so the ball's in your court. 
(Callie walks away) 
George: Ok. 
Callie (calls back): Okay. 
Cristina: Seriously? 
George: Seriously. 
Cristina: Nice. Think she has a couch you can sleep on?
(In Trauma Bay)
Derek: Mrs. Booker. 
Sylvia: I'm waiting for my husband. He's bringing the car. 
Derek: Mrs. Booker, I know you're worried about the surgery. 
Sylvia: No, I'm not. I'm not worried about it, because I'm not having it. 
Derek: You're not having the surgery because of the medical risks. 
Sylvia: No, I'm not having it because, because for the first time in 12 years I have a great marriage and I have a life. And I wanna live it. 
Derek: You, you have weeks. If this surgery is successful, you're looking at decades. 
Sylvia: I don't think you understand. I'm not crazy and I don't wanna die but I don't wanna go back to being Kyle's bed warmer in a full-length flannel nightgown. Can you understand that? 
Derek: I understand that you're tired of settling, so don't. Fight. Fight for your life. Fight for your marriage. Let me operate. And make a decision right now that you'll never settle again.
(In Denny's Room)
Izzie: The LVAD will inhibit organ deterioration. It will allow you to get off most of the meds that you're on and it'll give your heart a much needed rest.
Denny: Izzie, I'm just ... I'm just so tired. 
Izzie: I appreciate that but the LVAD also has increased survival rates over conventional therapies. And I think that you need... 
Denny: Hey. Hey. ... Having this surgery ... it means I don't get to leave here. And you know how much I hate hospitals. 
Izzie: I do know. But as your doctor I can't support you making any other decision. The surgery will allow you more time and we need more time. 
Denny: We? 
Izzie: We uh your doctors, need more time. ... ... And we need more time. 
Denny: So, you'll be here? 
Izzie: Everyday. 
Denny: And as an added bonus, it'll really piss off Alex. 
Izzie: Yes, that it will. 
Denny: Ok. 
Izzie: Ok? 
Denny: Ok. 
Izzie: Ok. Ok.
(In ER)
George: Heath, hi. 
Heath: Hey. Told you I couldn't miss my game and I didn't. I made 2 goals and 1 assist and there were scouts there!
George: What did you do? 
Heath: I cut off my finger. It's ok. I saved it so you guys can sew it back on. 
(In Callie's OR) 
Callie: There's tissue infection in here. Not good. 
George: He said he found out how to do it on the internet. Who puts up Web pages on how to cut off your own finger? 
Callie: Well he's got a passion and he sacrificed for it. You gotta respect that. 
George: No ... you don't. (To BokHee) Thank you BokHee. (To Callie) He cut off his own finger. A finger... sorry...that would've healed perfectly in a few months. I got it. 
Callie: Sometimes you can't wait. Just want the pain to stop. So you cut it off. The problem and the pain. 
George: That doesn't and the pain no. I mean if it's that painful... Thank you- (back to Callie) to start with, even if you cut it off there's always gonna be that phantom pain. 
Callie: Your ex did a real number on you, huh. 
(Going to the OR)
Sylvia: You're quitting your job. 
Kyle: Oh absolutely. 
Sylvia: And we're selling the house. 
Kyle: Mmm hmm. 
Sylvia: And we're moving to Paris and we're spending that nest egg now. 
Kyle: Yeah.
Sylvia: Promise? 
Kyle: I promise. 
Sylvia: Baby? 
Kyle: Yeah. 
Sylvia: If I die, promise me you'll do it anyway. 
Kyle: I promise.
Meredith: I'm sorry, this is far as you can go.
Kyle: Sylvia, please don't die. 
Sylvia: I'll do my best. 
(They kiss)
(In On Call Room)
Cristina: I fed him. Oh god there's poop everywhere. Wait. 
Bailey: Go back to sleep Cristina. 
Cristina: I know you're the boss of me and you could destroy my career and make my life a living hell and torture and pain and all that but just in the future... I don't baby sit! 
Bailey: Fine.
(In Addison's OR)
(Addison is operating on Mrs. Gibson)
(In Burke's OR)
Izzie: I read that a patient's heart can sometimes remodel itself and they can be weaned off the LVAD. 
Burke: It's not likely in Denny's case. His heart is too weak.
(In Mrs. Gibson's room)
Addison: I just wanted to make sure everybody was doing ok. 
Penny: Everything's fine. 
(Mr. Gibson doesn't even look up just cooing over his daughter) 
Penny: Thank you so much. 
(Addison smiles but realizes that Mr. Gibson isn't really going to pay attention to her) 
Mr. Gibson: Oh yeah right. Thanks. Thank you.
(In Post-Op)
Callie: When you put your freshly severed finger into a grungy-bacteria filled glove, you got a severe infection. 
Heath: What? No. The internet didn't say anything about infection. 
George: Mrs. Mercer we didn't realize how deep the infection had gone until we were in there. There was too much tissue damage. 
Callie: Heath, the infection was caused by a methicillin resistant staph bacteria and it's continuing to spread. We'll be lucky if we can preserve enough muscle for you to have any hand function at all. 
Mrs. Mercer: What do you mean? (to George) What does she mean? 
George: You may never regain complete control of your hand. 
Heath: No. That's wrong. You're wrong. Ronnie Lott played for the 49ers when he cut off his finger, he could still play. I got the directions off the internet. I... 
Mrs. Mercer: My poor baby. 
Heath: Mom, stop. They're lying. They're just trying to scare me. 
Callie: Heath. I'm sorry. I really am but ... you're hockey career is over. 
Heath: Mom. Mom. They're wrong, right? They have to be wrong. 
Mrs. Mercer: Oh sweetheart. 
Heath: I got the directions off the internet!
(In Derek's OR)
Meredith: Is there any evidence of vasospasm or bleeding? 
Derek: No, it looks good. 
Meredith: So, do you think they'll move to Paris? 
Derek: I hope so. 
(In Scrub Room)
Meredith: That was amazing. 
Derek: It was, wasn't it? 
Meredith: Yeah. 
Derek (to himself): Yeah. Meredith. You know I was kidding this morning. I mean you can tell me about this horrible thing. Come on, you can talk to me. 
Meredith: As a friend? 
Derek: As a friend. 
Meredith: There's a line between friends and not-friends and if I tell you this, if I tell you this whole horrible thing then you have to react as my friend. Not my not-friend. 
Derek: I can do that. All right. You tell me what's wrong, I'll tell you how to fix it. 
Meredith: Ok. Are you ready? 
Derek: I'm ready.
Meredith: I slept with George. And, and it was a horrible mistake. And now everything has changed. And I don't know how to repair it. I don't even know where to start but I just know that I have to and ... Say something friendly. 
Derek: You tell him that. You find George and you apologize. 
Meredith: That's what everyone is saying but he won't listen. 
Derek: Make him listen. You tell him you're sorry. Just tell him again and again and again until he listens. 
Meredith: How do I do that? 
Derek: You do what I do. Use the elevator.
(Derek leaves)
(George is walking down the hallway with his back-pack dressed to go home. He dashes for an empty elevator that is about to close and makes it in. Meredith runs in just, squeezing in before the door closes. George moves to press the open door button but Meredith presses a button to a floor to stop him) 
Meredith: You're trapped. ... And you don't have to talk. I'll do the talking. George, I am truly very deeply, sorry. And I'm not going to make excuses. I'm just sorry. ... Look, I know you're going to get off this elevator and walk away and not look back, I know that. But George, we're friends. Real friends, and that means no matter how long it takes when you finally do decide to look back I'll still be here.
(George leaves)
Meredith VO: As doctors, as friends, as human beings, we all try to do the best we can.
(In Denny's Room)
Denny: Hey. Don't you have somewhere to be? 
Izzie: Yeah. Yeah I'm there.
Meredith VO: But the world is full of unexpected twists and turns. And just when you’ve gotten the lay of the land, the ground underneath you shifts. 
(At Burke's Apartment)
(Cristina comes in)
(George playing clarinet and Burke playing trumpet together)
Meredith VO: And knocks you off your feet. 
(In Slyvia's Room)
(The couple looks at each other)
Meredith VO: If you’re lucky, you’ll end up with nothing more than a flesh wound, something a band-aid will cover.
(In Derek's trailer)
Derek: Hi. 
Addison: Hey.
Addison: What? 
Meredith VO: But, some wounds are deeper than they first appear and require more than just a quick fix. 
Derek: I was indifferent. You know in New York before Mark. I was just indifferent towards you. 
Addison: Yes. 
Derek: I was absent. 
Addison: Yes. 
Derek: I'm partly to blame for what's happened to our marriage. 
Addison: Yeah. 
Derek: I'm sorry...I'm working on it.
Addison: Ok.
Meredith VO: With some wounds, you have to rip off the band-aid, let them breathe, and give them time to heal.
(In Meredith's House)
(Meredith lays in bed and stares at the window)
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