I'm not gonna be a piece of meat in this hospital while you all ...
Izzie: I'm not gonna be a piece of meat in this hospital while you all fight over who gets to slice me up and then laugh while you do it.
Cristina: Ok, this right here... this is an emotional thing you're having. Which is why you should tell Meredith, or George, or...
Izzie: I'm not telling anybody, so just drop it.
Cristina: No. You're not dumping this on me. You're not dying in my arms. So either you tell them, or I will.
Izzie: I don't even know if I want treatment Cristina. I know too much. I know how violent surgery can be. They're gonna cut into my brain, they're gonna slice open my abdomen, and pull my organs out. And for what? Surgery fails all the time. Derek Shepherd is in the freakin woods right now, because we fail all the time! And even if they do everything right, I have a 5% chance of survival. 5%. Why would I put myself through hell? Run poison through my veins, irradiate my brain, if it's not gonna work anyway?
Cristina: Why did you tell me then? If you don't want my help, and you're not gonna do anything about it... why did you tell me?
Izzie: Just keep your mouth shut, and forget I ever told you anything.
Miranda: I've lost Hunt and Torres, see I sent them to get Shepherd and ... never heard from them again ... I was trying to solve the Shepherd situation for you sir, but it appears that I somehow made it three times worse.
Miranda: So I'm telling you and my next move I believe is that I'm gonna call the police because I'm half convinced that they're all dead ... on a spit ... with an one armed man turning them into shish kabob sir ... It's my mind it just goes there.
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Miranda: Do I look like a therapist?!
Richard: You asked!
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