Denny, um... I'm giving you an out. Excuse me? Well, I'm gi...
IZZIE: "Denny, um... I'm giving you an out."
DENNY: "Excuse me?"
IZZIE: "Well, I'm giving you an out. You thought you were dying and I was saving your life and well, you know, it was so... We cant get married. I mean that would be insane. We should date, and have sex. Plenty of sex. You know when your heart gets better and you're out of the hospital, all the sex you can handle. But marriage is... well, marriage."
DENNY: [smiles] "It's my turn now."
IZZIE: "But I need to-"
DENNY: "No, no. We're taking turns. I've decided. It's polite and it keeps me from yelling. When it's your turn again, you can talk. For five years, I've had to live by the choices of my doctors. The guys that cut me open decided my life. There wasn't one choice that was mine. Now, I have this heart that beats, that works. I get to be like everybody else, I get to make my own decisions, have my own life, do whatever the damn hell I choose. Now here's the good part, so you listen close. What I choose... is you. You're who I want to wake up with and go to bed with and do everything in between with. I get a choice now. I get to choose. I choose you, Izzie Stevens. Okay, it's your turn again."