Alex: What's your CRIT?
Izzie (eating Jello): Ugh! This is disgusting. I can't believe we serve it to the patients. (Alex points to a flash card) 'You keep asking for lime jello and don't like it.' So stop giving it to me.
Alex: You get mad if I don't. Okay, now, what's your CRIT?
Izzie: I don't know. I'm tired.
Alex: What's O'Malley doing tomorrow?
Izzie: Joining the army. I need a break.
Alex: You don't think I need a break? Suck it up!
Izzie: What …? God! Back off. I'm sorry if this is hard for you, but you are not the one with the short-term memory of a carrot. (Alex takes her tray and slams it down) Hey. Go ahead. Get it off your chest. It's not like I'm gonna remember in five minutes.
Alex: Okay. I'm not the one with a carrot for a brain, but I'm married to it because of some crock of a wedding we walked into, and only because the two of us thought you'd be dead within a week. You made me promise you that wouldn't live like this, so now what the hell am I supposed to do? Smother you with a pillow? Shoot you up with an overdose of morphine? Not really psyched about that. Leave you? Not really psyched about that either, so I guess I'm kind of screwed, right? I mean, not as bad as you, but not a freakin' walk in the park, either! (long silence) I'm sorry, Iz.
Izzie: No. I told you to get it off your chest. You did.
Alex (more silence): Did you forget yet?
Izzie: Nope. Not yet. Give me a minute.
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