Here's the thing... I like your rack. God, what is wrong with...
ALEX: "Here's the thing... I like your rack."
IZZIE: "God, what is wrong with you? Why do you have to be so... what is wrong with you?"
ALEX: "I like your rack and I'd want them around if I could have them, trust me I would, but it wouldn't be the end of the world if you got rid of them... because really, I want you."
[Izzie slaps him]
ALEX: "Ow! What was that for?"
[Izzie kisses him]