"Okay, here it is. Your choice, it’s simple. Her or me. And I’m sure she’s really great. But, Derek, I love you. In a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you… love you. So, pick me. Choose me. Love me."
"I love you. I am so in love with you. And you’re- you’re in me. It’s like you’re a disease. It’s like I am infected by Mark Sloan. And I just can’t think about anything or anybody. And I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe. I can’t eat. And I love you. I love you, all the time. Every minute of every day. I love you."
"I’m gonna tell you. All right. My mother’s maiden name, Maloney. I have four sisters. I have, uh, nine nieces. Five nephews. I like coffee ice cream, single-malt scotch, occasinally a good cigar. I like to fly fish. And I cheat when I do the crossword puzzle on Sunday. And I never dance in public. Um, favourite novel, ‘The Sun Also Rises’. Favourite band, The Clash. My favourite colour is blue. I don’t like light blue, indigo. The scar right here on my forehead, that’s why I don’t ride motorcycles anymore. And I live in that trailer. All this land is mine. I have no idea what I’m gonna do with it. So that’s it. That’s all you’ve earned for now. The rest you’re just… just gonna have to take on faith."
"I tell the truth. It’s what I do. It doesn’t make me a bad doctor. Everyone walks around this place lying. We tell a patient who’s dying that there’s hope when there is no hope. Maybe I’m a pig. Maybe I’m an ass. Maybe I’m a vermin like everybody says. But I tell the truth. It’s the only thing I got going for me, and you don’t get to take that away and call it a lesson. Sir."
"I’m pretty. In my family, I’m the pretty one. You know, uh, my eyes… and my smile, and my body. I mean, you should see me without a shirt on. It’s- It’s kinda ridiculous. But my family are smart, crazy, driven overachievers, you know? And they look like they’re smart. They don’t look like me, which has its perks, except that my family treated me like I’m pretty. They expected nothing from me, ever. They never pushed me, never thought to. So, I had to push myself. Hard. I didn’t even tell them I was taking the MCAT’s until I aced them. My point is that you can’t just change your hair. Okay, you want to be unforgettable. You want not to be mousy, you can’t just change your hair. You have to actually change."
"Most people think I was named after the state, but it’s not true. I was named for a battleship. The USS Arizona. My grandfather was serving on the Arizona when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, and he saved 19 men before he drowned. Pretty much everything my father did his whole life was about honoring that sacrifice. I was raised to be a good man in a storm. Raised to love my country. To love my family. To protect the things I love. When my father - Colonel Daniel Robbins, the United States Marine Corp - heard that I was a lesbian, he said he only had one question. I was prepared for, "How fast can you get the hell out of my house?" But instead, it was "Are you still who I raised you to be?" My father believes in country the way that you believe in God. And my father is not a man who bends, but he bent for me because I’m his daughter. I’m a good man in a storm. I love your daughter. And I protect the things that I love. Not that I need to. She doesn’t need it. She’s strong, and caring, and honorable. She’s who you raised her to be."
"Four years of high school, four years of college, four years of med school. By the time we graduate, we’re in our late 20s and we’ve never done anything except go to school and think about science. Time stops. We’re socially retarded. Ha, I mean, look at me, I’m in love with a guy who won’t say he loves me back. And here I am, in his kitchen, just hoping he comes home and notices me. I’m that girl, who sits in the back of the class and eats her hair."
"I thought of it. I thought of my best surgery, Yang. My first blast injury in the field. Body was mangled. Homemade explosive devise, copper wires were embedded five inches deep in the abdomen. Arms and legs hanging on by threads of skin. Never seen anything like it. Not in a textbook, not during surgery. It was incredible. Body full of holes… trauma surgeon’s dream. I put tourniquets on where I could, started tying off the artieries with my bare hands, but the bleeding was everywhere, stomach, chest… Best pressure I could think of was my own body. So I- I laid there for two hours on top of him, not moving, trying to keep that dam from bursting with my hands, and knees and elbows. Body… full of holes, and… He never bled out. I wouldn’t let him. He made it to the hospital. He made it home. A month later… he sent me a letter thanking me for saving his life, and then he shot himself. That was my best surgery… and my worst."
"Look at me, I practically grew up here. And you’re right, it’s hurt me in ways I’ll probably never get over. I have a lot of memories of people, people I’ve lost forever. But I have a lot of other memories too. This is the place where I feel in love. The place where I found my family. This is where I learned to be a doctor, where I learned to take responsability for someone else’s life. And, it’s the place I met you. So I figure this place has given me as much as it’s taken from me. I’ve lived here as much as I’ve survived here, it just depends on how I look at it."
"Clearly, I’m not talking about you, Shepherd. Just guys like you. Who don’t see girls like me. We don’t exist for you. We exist to do your homework. We exist to build your ego up. I am a successful married mother. I am Chief Resident. I am Chief Resident of a major metropolitan hospital. I am a surgeon. Who saved his life today, and he still doesn’t see me. I may as well still be that high school girl with the mushroom haircut and the cokebottle glasses and the band uniform. The girl who didn’t get to go to homecoming dance becase it didn’t occur to him to ask me. All those late nights tutoring him and it didn’t even occur to him to ask."
"God, the women in these magazines… Some of them are actual brides, you know, they’re not all models. All smiling… it’s like the only thing in the world that matters is that they find the perfect shoes to match that dress. God, you know, I knew these girls, I went to school with them… It’s funny. I used to feel sorry for them. They’re simple girls. They just wanna find the guy and get married, you know? Live. I don’t know, I think you’re either born simple or you’re born…me. I wanna be the person who gets happy over finding the perfect dress, I wanna be simple, ‘cause no one holds a gun to the head of a simple girl."
"I guess I have to believe that everything happens for a reason. It’s all part of some plan. You’re supposed to learn something. You lose a patient because you forget to check their airway. Don’t make that mistake again. You fail your boards because you’re too busy sleeping with your best friend. Maybe you stop doing that. The hospital you call home shuts down just as you’re finally starting to feel like you’ve got your life together."
"I’m starting to get a little freaked out, but I’m not gonna break. And it’s not because I don’t care, because I do care what you think about me, I do. Care. I just can’t tell you what you want to hear. Which seems to be a theme in my life right now. Just because you can’t say something doesn’t mean you don’t want to, you can want to very much. You can be with a person and be happy with them, and not love them. And you can love somebody, and not want to be with them. Now that’s frustrating. When your brain tells you what you want, and what you actually want don’t match up. It’s exhausting. And, well, it’s complicated. But that’s life. And life… sucks."
"I feel like I’m moving in slow motion. Like I’m moving is low motion, and everything is moving so fast and I just wanna go back to when things were normal. Whne I wasn’t "Poor Izzie" laying on the bathroom floor in her prom dress with her- her dead fiance. But I am. So I can’t. And I’m- I’m just stuck. And there is all this pressure cause everyone is hovering around me waiting for me to do something. Or say something, or flip out, or yell and cry some more and I’m happy to play my part. I’m happy to say the lines and do whatever it is I’m supposed to be doing if it will make everyone feel more comfortable. But I don’t- I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be this person. I don’t- I don’t know who this person is."
"If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you’re scared that it’s not the right thing. Even if you’re scared that it’ll cause problems. Even if you’re scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud."