Izzie: George, why are you avoiding me?
George: I'm on my way to surgery.
Izzie: No, I don't mean right now. Not right now. Not one word? In 17 days. I tell you that I love you, and not one word? For 17 days? Where have you been?
George: I've been right here. Exactly where I was a year ago! I'm sorry-- I'm sorry. I'm freakin' out. I'm an intern again.
Izzie: Yeah, we're all freakin' out. We're all freakin' out. I'm in charge of a group of interns who think I'm crazy and I might actually be crazy because day one of me being in charge, and I'm obsessed with rescuing bambi. We're all freaking out.
George: Since when did you start calling me bambi?
Izzie: What? I'm not calling you bambi.
George: I - I understand. I - I expect it from Cristina or -- or Alex, but --
Izzie: I'm bambi! I'm bambi, George. If anyone in this situation is a sad little cartoon character, it's me. I'm all alone in the forest, all alone in the forest, George. And my mother's been shot by a hunter and where are you? Where the hell are you?
George: I'm on my way to surgery. (leaves)