IZZIE: "George. Your father's surgery is tomorrow. Any chance you're misplacing your anxiety on me and my check?"
GEORGE: "No! There's no chance. That check ruins my morning every morning. It belongs in the bank! Would you just please, as a favor to me, just put it in the bank? Please?"
IZZIE: "Hmm. No. But if you're nice to me for the next 7 minutes, I will [pause] give you a ride to work."
GEORGE: "You don't deserve 8.7 million dollars!"
IZZIE: "Hmm. So true. So true."