(Cristina, Meredith and Izzie are sitting in the Dermatology wing)
George: Mer, I need you.
Cristina: Sshhh! You're harshing the vibe.
George: What are you doing?
Izzie: Cristina found this magical world where doctors are happy and patients are pleasant. And no one is screaming or stealing surgeries. Everyone just... rubs each other all day long.
George: You don't wanna be dermatologists. Dermatologists apply lotion for a living.
Cristina: Yeah, that's the point. Come here. (he sits next to her) They're empty inside. Completely divoid, bloodless, they don't need to fight for anything. They don't wanna cut anyone open they just... love lotion! Do you know how much easier our life would be if we could just love lotion? How do you think they got that way?
Meredith: Their mothers didn't leave diaries around for them to read.
Izzie: Sloan told me today to stake my claim in the wild wild west. So I went all cowboy on Alex's ass and I still don't have my surgery. These women, they do not need to stake a claim.
George (gets up): O-kay! Y'all need to snap out of it. Izzie. In the wild wild west, there's always a woman in the saloon and nobody messes with her even though they all have guns.
Izzie: She's a prostitute. The woman in the saloon is a whore, George.
George: No, she just has other skills that she uses to make her way in the world. So, just uh... use what you got. (grabs her arm, and lulls her off the coach, he moves on to Mer) Mer, I'm gonna take this and I need you to help me sell and idea to Hahn and the Chief. (grabs her arm and pulls her up) Cristina?
George: You're comin' too. (Cristina is still laying on the couch) Cristina!