George: Can't. Can't, can't cross the picket line. I can't.
Izzie: I don't like it either George, but what choice to we have? Okay you took an oath to heal. You're a healer.
George: Dad's a truck driver. Mom's a teacher. The evening news shows me crossing the picket line ... they'll outlive me just to pee on my grave. (Izzie gives him a weird look)
Cristina (walks up): Has there been any blood yet? I bet they brought in scab nurses.
Izzie: I think the nurses know we're on their side. (someone shouts 'Don't cross that line') Don't they?
Cristina: Well we're doctors. We have sick patients inside. We have surgeries.
Izzie: Okay... then you go first.
Cristina: Screw it. (she heads through the line and has food thrown at her which she attempts to fend off) Yeah doing my job! Doing my job! Ha ha! (she makes it into the hospital)
Izzie: They threw food at her! (George nods) That is just wrong! Fine. I'm goin' in! (shes also goes threw the line and has food thrown at her, which she deflects with her purse)
Olivia (yells): Change your own bedpans, Stevens!
Izzie: Yeah, enjoy your syphilis, Olivia. (she makes it to the front of the hospital and yelps when the last piece of fruit is throw at her) George, are you coming?
George: No, I'm good here.
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