Richard Webber Quotes
Izzie: What do you mean you don't deliver dresses? Just to try on? No, no, no. I... I can't come in. I... I... I have cancer. I'm... I'm bed bound and dying. (fake coughs) Fabulous! I'll fax you my choices.
(Chief and Dr. Swender are looking on)
Izzie: Hi! Ah, what do you need? Blood? Pee? What can I get you?
Richard: Just checking in on you. See how the chemo's sitting.
Izzie: Fine. I haven't puked yet. And, I'm making major progress on Mer's wedding.
Dr. Swender: You should really take it easy. The chemo's gonna take a lot out of you.
Izzie: I'll let you know if I hit the wall. (Answers her phone) Hello? Hi! Yes, I wanted to discuss, um, flower arrangements.
Dr. Swender: She needs to save her energy. This isn't just chemo. It's high dose IL2. It's designed to make the body attack itself. She's walking around now, but it's not gonna last. Her blood pressure's gonna tank, she's gonna be shaking with chills, she'll feel nauseous. She might even have a heart attack. Believe me, a few hours from now, Izzie Steven's is gonna wish she were dead.
Richard: Surgery went well today.
Richard: Shouldn't you and Meredith be out celebrating or something?
Derek: She turned me down twice. She says she understands, she forgives me for what happened in the woods, but...
Richard: So you showed her your dark side. Meredith never struck me as a woman afraid of the dark.
Derek: Well, I don't know.
Richard: Do you know it was Meredith's idea to ask Izzie if she wanted to harvest her eggs? So Izzie could have a chance at the future she wanted. A future Derek. She was confident that you'd succeed today. Meredith believes in you.
Richard: What are you all doing out here?
Alex: Waiting for Izzie, Sir. We're waiting.
Richard: You're scared. I'm scared too.
Richard: Ah, It's not a good time, he's still scrubbing in.
Meredith: I know, it's just, ah, he should wear this. It's his ferry boat scrub cap. He loves ferry boats.
Richard: Did you talk to Izzie about this yet? Considering you two are basically conceiving a child together today, don't you think you should talk with her about this?
Alex: Look, you said she needed my contribution. Here's my contribution. Whatever.
Alex: Here's your cup. All filled up.
Richard: I'm eating here Karev.
Alex: It's fine, I washed my hands.
Alex: Chief, you paged me?
Richard: Oh, Karev. Yeah, yes I did. Um, as you know we're gonna be harvesting eggs, from Stevens. Who I believe is someone you're having relations with.
Richard: Frozen eggs have a better survival rate when they're fertilized.
Richard: I know this is a lot to digest, so um take some time. Think about it. If you decide this is something you might wanna consider...
Alex: Give me the cup.
Richard: Karev, you need to speak to Stevens before...
Alex: Just give me the cup.
Bailey: Ok, as you know you have stage 4 metastatic melanoma. You have a lot of surgeries, and a lot of procedures lined up for you over the next few weeks.
Richard: We've seen evidence of METS on your liver, so one of those surgeries Dr. Bailey and I will resect them. We also lined up Dr. Parker from OB to harvest as many healthy eggs as she can before you undergo any radiation.
Izzie: Right. Babies.
Bailey: Just leaving the option open for you if you want it.
Derek: But our priority today is to address the temporal lobe METS on your brain. I'm surprised we didn't catch it sooner. This kind of thing can cause headaches, seizures and intense hallucinations. But, hopefully the legion has a clear margin so I can remove it all.
Richard: Wait. Um. Wait. No. You can't take that one.
Meredith: Why not?
Richard: I said don't take it.
Meredith: I will take the elevator I want to take.
Derek: Get out.
Derek: GET OUT! RICHARD! GET OUT!
Richard: Look, I've destroyed lives before. Several in fact, and yours is not one of them. Now, I sent the woman you love out here to help you. I sent the woman who loves you, out here, to bring you back to your life. If you ruin it with her, that's on you. I don't accept it. You're scared, you're drunk. You don't know which way is up. You threw a punch at your best friend, and you threw a ring at Meredith, and now you wanna throw me out. I'm not accepting it. Because, I'm older than you, and I've been where you are. You've been drunk for a few day, I was drunk for years. And I know you're gonna need at least one friend when you decide to come out of that hole you're digging. I hope you come out of it soon, and I'll be here when you do.
Derek: I don't think I can get her back.
Richard: Did you call her?
Derek: What am I gonna say?
Richard: I had an affair for years. When Adele found out, somehow she took me back. You can make your way back from anything.
Richard: What the hell is this? Oh this is not ok, I have a hospital to run. And Derek, what the hells the matter with you man? We've all been there.
Callie: We said that.
Richard: We've all had tough losses.
Owen: He knows that.
Richard: We show up the next day, and we try and save the next life.
Callie: Yeah we covered that too.
Richard: Ok, what about this? Nothing we do can stop death. We can hold it at bay every now and then, but everyone dies. And that's not on us.
Derek: I took a pregnant woman in for a simple surgery, and I botched it. That is on me. I should feel badly about that. And you, you should feel badly that while I was out here, you sent Meredith out here expecting a ring. Why would you do that? Why in gods name, would you do that?
Richard: I was trying to help. She didn't wanna come. She wanted to leave you out here alone, I was trying to help Derek.
Derek: You were trying to help yourself. Not me. Yourself! I hit the ring in the woods. In the woods. You destroyed me.
Miranda: Ah, Chief?
Richard: Dr. Bailey.
Miranda: How's your mood?
Richard: Meager. Anxious. I'm excited about Sloan's face transplant. I'm a little concerned about Derek Shepherd, but all in all...
Miranda: Do I look like therapist?
Richard: You asked.
Miranda: I've lost Hunt and Torres. See, I sent them to get Shepherd and I never heard from them again. See, I was trying to solve the Shepherd situation for you, Sir, but, It appears I've somehow made it 3 times worse. So, I'm telling you and my next move I believe is that I'm gonna call the police. Because, I'm half convinced they're all dead, on a spit, with a one armed man turning them into shish kebabs. Sir. It's my mind. It just goes there.