Bailey: What did you do to O'Malley?
Owen: Excuse me?
Bailey: Ah, somebody else around here likely to convince someone to join the army, and be a trauma surgeon in Iraq?
Callie: What?
Meredith: The army?
Callie: What?
Meredith: De fib
Owen: Charge the paddles to 360
Bailey: Owen, you have to call and undo this.
Owen: Bailey, little busy here.
Meredith: Clear
Callie: George... George O'Malley!
Owen: It wasn't my idea
Meredith: No change
Owen: Charge again.
Meredith: Clear
Owen: Look, I did what I could to give him a decent education in trauma. I didn't know he was gonna go and enlist.
Meredith: He keeps coding.
Callie: There's Y open book pelvic fractures.
Owen: There's too much bleeding. If we take him to an OR now he'll die on the table.
Callie: He needs to go to angio if we're gonna stop the pelvic arterial bleeding.
Meredith: Sinus tac, we have a rhythm. Barely there, but it's there.
Owen: Let's stabilize the pelvis
Bailey: Look, I know what goes on in this hospital. I know you're messed up from that war and not in a small way. Get him out of it!
Callie: Page me if you need me. I've got other pages.
Mark: How did you piss off all the women?
Owen: Ah, lets get this guy an angio
Meredith: Angio? He's barely got a pulse.
Owen: It's now or never if we want him to live. Alright, lets move. Sir, i know it's really touch, but I'd personally be really grateful if you'd try and stay alive for the next few minutes.