Meredith: Thought you'd be asleep by now.
Izzie: Yeah, well ... I'm not. (pause) If you wait a few minutes, you can have a piece of cake. Baked it chock full of love. Actually, chock full of unrelenting, all-consuming rage and hostility, but -- still tasty.
Meredith: So you know?
Izzie: I know.
Meredith: Well, do you want the long, sordid version, or do you want the short version where I started sleeping with a guy who turned out to be my boss?
Meredith: Izzie, cut me some slack here.
Izzie: No! You went to Dartmouth. Your mother is Ellis Grey. You grew up -- look at this house! You know, you walk into the OR, and there isn't anyone who doubts that you should be there. I grew up in a trailer park. I went to state school. I put myself through med school by posing in my underwear. You know, I walk into the OR, and everyone hopes I'm the nurse. You-you have their respect without even trying, and you're throwing it away for ... what? A few good surgeries?
Meredith: No, it's not about the surgeries, it's not about getting ahead.
Izzie: Then what, a little hot sex? You're willing to ruin your credibility over that? I mean Meredith, what the hell are you doing? (Meredith rolls her eyes) Oh my god... you're falling for him.
Meredith: I am not.
Izzie: Oh you so are.
Meredith: No, I'm not.
Izzie: So are... Dammit. You poor girl.
Meredith: You know, it's just that he's - he's just so- And I'm just... I'm having a hard time.
Izzie: You're all, uh, mushy and warm... and full of secret feelings. (hands a slice of cake to Meredith)
Meredith: I hate you! And your cake!
Izzie: My cake is good. (pause) So, uh, how hot is the sex?
Izzie: What? C'mon, I'm not getting any. Help a girl out with a few details.
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