"I did a terrible thing." "Sleeping with me, is it this awful for you?" "No, George!" "I grew my hair for her." "I could be your friend, Meredith." "Why do you think she cheated on you?" "I was just a little absent." "Give me a call when you get back in town." "I thought we had plans for tonight." "Not exactly how I envisioned our first date." "Can we please just go back to everything the way it was?" "I don't live here anymore." "He's your friend and he needed our help." "Good night." "Oh, good night." "Good night." "As doctors, patients are always telling us how they would do our jobs." ""Just stitch me up, slap a band-aid on it and send me home."" "It's easy to suggest a quick solution when you don't know much about the problem, when you don't understand the underlying cause or just how deep the wound really is." "So your friends-- are they still mad about this very bad, horrible thing you did?" "The very horrible, bad thing that I won't tell you about?" "Yes, they're still upset." "Well, whatever it is, don't tell me." "Even if I beg, don't tell me." "Okay, I won't." "Good." "Okay." "Although, we are friends." "True, we are friends." "Technically, you tell a friend stuff." "You come to me with a problem, and I'll give you the answer." "After, maybe we celebrate the moments of our lives." "I will keep that in mind next time I do a horrible thing." "What about you?" "Don't you have any problems you want to tell me about?" "Truthfully?" "At this moment in time," "I don't have any problems." "Not a single one." "The first step toward a real cure is to know exactly what the disease is to begin with-- but that's not what people want to hear." "Morning." "H-how many miles was that, Dr. Burke?" "5." "5. 5 miles in 50 minutes." "Nice." "We can get it closer to 45." "Pancakes?" "Top of the cupboard." "What's wrong with your hair?" "Leave the man alone." "He's got issues." "He wants to cut his hair to get over those issues, that's his business, his thing." "It's my thing." "Coffee?" "Cappuccino." "Cappuccino." "Excellent." "Cappuccino." "We're supposed to forget the past that landed us here, ignore the future complications that might arise and go for the quick fix." "What happened to George's hair?" "Is he having a nervous breakdown?" "Burke says he's got "issues"." "You should see them together." "They're, like, doing things, like running and cooking and talking." "They're, like, bonding." "And you're afraid that Burke will realize he makes a better girlfriend than you?" "You know, Meredith, just go and apologize to him." "I've tried." "Try again." "Things can't stay like this." "They suck like this." "What's up with O'Malley's hair?" "He looks like a hobbit." "He's just trying a new look." "You never called me back last night." "You avoiding me?" "Why would I be avoiding you?" "Denny Duquette, age 36-- 37 in 3 weeks." "37 in 3 weeks, is having difficult breathing and chest pains." "Breath sounds?" "Still a little junky." "He has a buildup of fluid in his system." "Hey, did you just call me a junkie?" "That's not very nice." "Denny, your congestive heart failure is getting worse despite the meds." "All right." "So how do we proceed?" "Doctors, how do we proceed?" "Titrate up his nitrate drip and continue with diuretics." "Ace inhibitors, beta blockers and start dobutamine." "I also want his ins and outs recorded, and one of you monitoring him at all times." "I'll stay." "Me, too." "Mr. And Mrs. Gibson," "I'm Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd." "I'm gonna be covering for Dr. Pollack." "Mrs. Gibson had a preterm, premature rupture of her membranes at 28 weeks." "She's been confined to supervised bed rest for seven weeks and has a low-grade fever." "Can't you just schedule a "c"?" "Believe me, I'm ready to have this baby." "Yeah, you and me both." "I want to get your blood work back before we make any further decisions." "I have to pee... again." "Come on." "Here we go." "I appreciate you taking over my wife's case." "Uh, Dr. Pollock says you're the best." "Oh, it's my pleasure, Mr. Gibson." "He didn't mention that, uh-- wow, I mean, you bear a striking resemblance to a young Catherine Deneuve." "Oh, you--you never heard that before?" "Uh, uh, no, I'm sorry." "I have to say, it's a first." "Been told I look like Halle Berry." "Beautiful." "Beautiful." "Well, Ms. Deneuve." "Of course, you-- you are, too, but... by extension." "Right." "We'll be back, um, in later to check on your wife." "Look forward to it." "E.R. Needs a consult." "Uh, O'Malley, Grey, why don't you go ahead and take that?" "What about Mrs. Gibson?" "I'll take care of Mrs. Gibson." "You really think they need both of us?" "I guess you'll find out." "Go." "Are you going to take him to the nursery?" "Uh, it's full." "And Tucker's out of town till tomorrow." "You brought your baby to work?" "Uh, yes, Chief." "You're not gonna take him into surgery with you?" "I don't have anything scheduled for today." "Yet." "Okay,I can't solve a problem until there's a problem to solve." "Are you saying there's a problem?" "Is there a problem, Richard?" "No." "You know, at some point, you are going to have to talk to me." "I'm gonna take the stairs." "You paged?" "Yeah, just got a new patient." "Looks surgical, maybe neuro." "It doesn't look neuro to me." "Not him." "Oh, no." "I'm fine." "It's my wife." "This is so embarrassing, but we didn't know what else to do." "We were at the hotel monaco having brunch." "We had some mimosas." "Can we just skip that part?" "Can we pull this out and just go?" "I'm fine, really." "Sylvia was giving me some special attention... under the table." "Oh, dear lord." "Oh, okay." "Sweetie, they're doctors." "They've heard it all." "Yes, we have." "Absolutely." "While I was down there, something happened." "It was like a shock went through my body." "And she... clenched." "Clenched?" "My jaw." "It just shut." "Oh, and I panicked." "Oh, yeah, absolutely." "Well, I grabbed the fork off the table, and it was just instinctual." "It doesn't hurt that much." "We just didn't want to pull it out 'cause it's in there pretty good." "No, you did the right thing." "Pulling it out could cause more damage." "I want to do an x-ray." "I want to make sure that there is no nerve or major blood vessels being compromised." "Now, Mr. Booker, did you get your injury, you know, checked?" "Oh, the doctor said I'm fine." "It's just some bruising." "Good, okay." "I want to find out what's causing the clenching." "Now do you have a history of seizures?" "No, nothing like that." "It may... it may have something to do with her brain aneurysm." "Kyle." "What?" "I don't want to do this now." "Can we just take this fork out and go?" "No." "She was diagnosed about six weeks ago." "And your doctor didn't recommend surgery?" "All the surgeons have said it's inoperable." "That's why Kyle and i are here in seattle." "The space needle" "I've always wanted to see it." "We wanted to see it together." "Do an M.R.I." "it was good to see you today." "What do we got?" "Tachycardic in the 140s." "Systolic dipped to the 60s." "Last was 72 over 40." "Hey, can you turn that off?" "Turn it off." "Dr. Bailey?" "Here... take him." "Uh, what?" "You're going to watch him." "Oh, no, no, no." "You don't want me to do that." "Yang, I have a patient." "I need to operate on that patient right now." "Take him." "Why don't we page chief" "No, I am not paging anyone." "I'm a surgeon." "I'm going to do the surgery." "Cris--I..." "I need you to help me, Cristina." "I-I..." "You can watch from the gallery." "You both can." "Hey." "Hey." "You didn't call me" "I did." "I did." "A few times." "I just hung up every time." "Nice." "Very stalker-like." "Goes with the hair." "I just thought it would look good a little shorter." "It is shorter." "I make you nervous, don't I?" "Yeah, a little." "That's good." "That's--what?" "Hey, are you busy?" "No." "Want to see something really cool?" "Whoa." "Excellent, right?" "Yeah, it is." "How did you do that?" "After hockey practice this morning," "I didn't have my glove on 'cause I was getting a drink from the goalie's water bottle, next thing I know, this asshat crashes into the net, my hand gets tangled in the mesh and I start hearing pops," "big pops." "Dr. O'Malley, what do you see?" "Oh, dislocation of the P.I.P. Joint, multiple fractures." "That must really hurt." "It's just a finger." "Last season I took a puck to the face, broke two teeth." "Oh, yeah?" "Oh." "Orthos love hockey season." "It's like christmas every day." "Can we just,like, put it in a split or something?" "I've got a really big game this afternoon." "Um, do you know what you're doing?" "I mean, have you ever done this before?" "Have I ever pulled a fork out of somebody's neck?" "Mm, right." "Okay." "Let's just do it." "Honey." "Huh?" "Talk to me." "Okay." "Distract me." "Okay." "Think about Paris, huh?" "Okay." "And all the food and the wine..." "The long walks we'll take together on the Champs--what?" "The Champs-Élysées." "Champs-Élysées." "Yeah." "More food." "Yes." "More wine." "Okay." "That's it?" "Oh, my god." "I didn't even feel anything." "You're amazing." "She's amazing." "So... how much do you know about this Dr. Shepherd?" "Kyle, no." "What?" "I do not want another M.R.I." "I want to go to Paris." "I made a few calls." "He has an incredible reputation." "Please, Kyle... let's just live our lives." "I want to go crazy." "I want to crawl underneath the table." "I want to go to Paris while we still can." "Dr. Shepherd is an extraordinary surgeon." "If he thinks he can help, a second opinion couldn't hurt, could it?" "It won't be a second opinion." "It'll be a fourth opinion." "And when Dr. Shepherd says there's nothing more he can do, we'll be devastated all over again." "I just want to spend what little time we have left in Paris." "So do I." "But I don't want to go to Paris and wonder if we should've listened to the amazing girl who took the fork outta your neck." "You're not Izzie." "Sorry to disappoint you." "Not disappointed, just sayin'..." "Where is she?" "Uh, she's busy with other patients." "I'm afraid you'll have to make-do with me." "Look, man, I'm sure you're" "I'm sure you're a fine doctor, you're just-- just not as much my type." "No offense." "Well, then I guess I'll just have to settle on being Izzie's type." "So y- you two" "Yeah,yeah." "Pretty much, you know?" "Congratulations." "A, B,C, D" "Oh,gross." "E, F, G" "This really couldn't suck any worse" "Dr. Yang." "Oh, uh, Dr. Webber." "What's that smell?" "Uh, it's feces." "It's baby feces." "We've had an incident, sir." "Are you having trouble with the diaper, Yang?" "Sir, no, sir." "Because it looks like you're having trouble with the diaper." "No, sir, I've got, uh, I've got an M.D. From" "Stanford and a Phd from Berkeley." "I can handle this diaper." "Unless you want to." "N-n-no." "No, it--it's all right." "It's all right." "You carry on." "Carry on." "Can we stop for a moment, please?" "Sure." "I can walk." "Oh, okay." "The wheelchair is just protocol." "Yeah, well," "I'm way past caring about protocol." "I just wanna feel my body move while I can." "You seem... incredibly okay with your prognosis." "I'm more than okay." "I'm a little in love with my prognosis." "It woke me up, woke my marriage up." "I been sleepwalking about 15 years, and now I am wide awake." "I'm having this M.R.I. For Kyle." "He's not ready to let go." "But me and my aneurysm... we're good friends." "Hey, I've been looking for you." "Hey." "Look--look at the size of this aneurysm." "Oh, it's big." "It's huge." "You gonna try to operate?" "I'm definitely intrigued." "You know who Catherine Deneuve is?" "Yeah, actress-- french... hot." "One of my patients-- her husband, actually-- uh, said I look like her." "Isn't she blonde?" "Yeah..." "I guess." "I don't know." "I-I don't know." "Anyways,uh..." "Okay, you're busy." "I'm not just another pretty face, you know?" "I got it goin' on up here as well." "So you keep telling me." "Yeah, I probably know hundreds of words." "Really, hundreds?" "Wow, you're a real brain trust." "Ouch." "Well, I'm highly competitive." "Screw." "S-c-r-e-w." "That's 25 points, thank you very much." "Wait a second." "Now you didn't tell me we were playing naughty word scrabble." "We're not playing naughty word scrabble." "You just have a dirty mind." "Oh, it's filthy." "But you're the one that put down "screw."" "I was referring to hardware, not sex." "Oh." "I guess maybe sometimes, it's, uh... it's hard to tell where-- where you're coming." "What do you mean?" "Alex, uh... he may have said something about you guys... um, being together." "Well... he had no business telling you that, and besides, it's not even true, so..." "So you're not together?" "No." "I mean... yeah, a little, but... not really, so..." "No." "Okay." "Well, sweet." "Thanks, uh..." "Thanks for clearing that up." "Denny, what is it?" "Don't panic." "Just try to breathe." "Page Dr. Burke!" "Okay, just breathe." "Just breathe." "Take it easy.Just try to breathe." "He had flash pulmonary edema." "I switched him to nesiritide, started milrinone and put him on bipap." "Good call, Stevens." "Good call." "Bad news, right?" "It's not good." "The fact is, Denny,you need a new heart, and you're running out of time." "Okay, so... what's behind door number two?" "I would like to install a left ventricular assist device." "It's a battery-operated machine to help your heart pump." "Battery-operated?" "I knew it." "You people are trying to turn me into a robot." "It's all part of your evil plan to take over the hospital." "It's a bridge to transplant, Denny." "It'll keep you alive while we wait for your new heart." "Yeah... that easy, huh?" "No catch?" "There are some risks-- increased damage to your platelets, increased bleeding." "And if you do choose the assist device, you may not be able to leave the hospital until you get a donor heart." "Any other options?" "I'm gonna need time to think." "Don't take too long, Denny." "Always happy to get this page." "Stop." "That's not why I paged you." "Oh, what, you paged me to the on call room to talk?" "No, I paged you to the on call room to yell." "Why the hell did you talk to Denny about us?" "You had no right." "Oh, because you never talk to Denny about personal stuff." "I don't talk to him about our sex life, Alex." "That is between us." "Okay, I got it." "So none of your friends know that we're sleeping together?" "I'm sorry, are you saying that you and Denny are friends now?" "No, I don't become friends with my patients, Izzie." "You're an ass." "You feel threatened by him, that is why you did that." "There is no other reason." "You're his doctor, Izzie." "And he's your half-dead, possibly, soon to be all-dead patient." "How could I possibly be threatened by that guy?" "I can't believe you just said that." "Someone's got to." "I'll schedule the surgery for your son." "In the meantime, I'm sending Heath home today with a prescription for hydrocodone to control the pain." "Look, I-I get that this is a bad break, but it doesn't hurt that much." "I'm telling you, I can handle this." "So here's what I'm thinking-- we take this off, we put a small splint on my finger so I can jam it into the glove, I play today, and then I'm all yours." "You're not playing today." "There is no playing today." "Heath, your mom is right." "Thank you." "Did you hear that?" "I'm right." "Your mother must be very proud." "Scouts are coming today, college scouts." "I could get a scholarship today." "Don't you get that?" "Heath, if I cut that bandage off, we risk doing permanent damage to your finger." "I'm with you, man, but I'm sorry, there's no way we can put your finger into a glove today." "There must be something you could do." "I need to play this afternoon." "This game is what I've been training for my entire life." "This is my chance to go to college." "This is my whole future." "Oh, honey, you can go to community college and get your grades up you can" "I'm sorry." "I'm--I'm sorry." "Ooh." "Sucks." "Yeah." "Oh, Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd." "Are those my wife's test results there or..." "Yes, they are, actually." "There's no infection.Everything looks good." "I'm scheduling a c-section this afternoon." "I was actually gonna go up after lunch and tell her." "Mr. Gibson... you know, you really do look a lot like Catherine Deneuve." "I'm talking to you about your wife... giving birth to your baby." "I know." "I--I'm sorry." "May I?" "Listen,I don't mean to focus on your looks." "I mean, you seem very kind and very intelligent-- Obviously, you're a doctor." "I don't mean to objectify or harass you in any way." "I just--I'm usually not this awkward, but-- but you're just so extraordinarily beautiful." "I understand if a beautiful, intelligent woman like you doesn't want to eat with me." "So, uh, anyway..." "No, no." "Really?" "Yeah,stay." "It's fine." "Okay." "All right." "You gonna eat that pudding?" "Take him." "No," "Bailey gave him to you." "She's only gonna be in surgery for another half-hour." "Hour tops." "Take him." "Take him." "You're a liar, and you also smell like vomit." "Really?" "'Cause I think she smells like poo." "Okay, this is why some species eat their young." "Have you talked to Meredith yet?" "Tomorrow I am, uh, gonna buy a t-shirt that says,"Stop asking me about Meredith,"" "and I'm gonna wear it every day until people stop asking me about Meredith." "at least they won't be asking you about your hair." "Oh, come on." "Meredith, stop him." "Do you want to sit down?" "Do you know that he cut his hair over my bathroom sink this morning?" "George is a good roommate." "If you tell him what's annoying you, he will stop." "No, he's not my room" "He is not my--see, this is why I shouldn't have given up my place." "He would still be our roommate if Meredith would just apologize." "I have apologized." "I have apologized sincerely." "And you know what?" "It takes two to make a stupid sexual decision." "So whatever." "Oh, you know, I just miss when we all got along." "Can't we just go back to that?" "Excuse me." "I have to check on a patient." "Awesome." "Awesome." "Thanks, Alex." "Thank you." "Okay." "Okay." "Shh." "Shut it, shut it." "They have no right to be mad at me." "It's none of their business." "I agree." "You can't agree." "You don't even know what I'm talking about." "You're talking about the fact that you're mad at your friends for being mad at you." "I hate them." "I do." "What the hell did you do?" "I'm not telling you." "Oh." "You know, as a friend... you suck." "Does Addison know we're friends?" "Did you get Sylvia Booker's blood work back yet?" "I'm going right now." "Dr. Bailey." "What is it, Yang?" "Uh, He's crying." "Let me hear him." "What?" "Let me hear the baby cry." "That's cry number four." "You need to feed him." "Oh god." "Oh..." "A double-barrel what?" "It's a double-barrel brain bypass." "I'm gonna use two scalp arteries to redirect the blood flow in your brain around the aneurysm." "How come no one else has mentioned this?" "Well, it's a surgery that's been performed less than a dozen times." "I have performed one successfully, and I've watched one, but I don't want to understate the risks." "Risks?" "Mm-hmm." "The risks are that the aneurysm could rupture on the table." "But you think there's a chance, a chance it could work?" "No." "Hell no." "I'm leaving, and we're going to Europe." "We've always wanted to see it, but we never had the time." "This is the time." "We're going." "That's it." "Can I get a word?" "Yes." "Um, I'm sorry if my wife offended you." "Oh, no." "No offense at all." "Um, I didn't notice her." "I'm sorry?" "For 15 years, I didn't notice her." "When we got married, she was everything." "Sometime, somewhere along the way," "I stopped noticing her." "I stopped seeing her." "Since she's been sick, she's all I see." "And I hate that that's what it took." "I-I hate it and I'm sorry." "But I love her." "And I don't want her to..." "I don't want my wife to die." "Please talk to her." "Dr. Shepherd, please." "Okay." "I had a lunch date with my patient's husband today." "He paid attention to me, Miranda... for a whole half-hour." "Addison... you're not gonna fix the problems with your husband by having meals with someone else's." "I mean it." "Oh, please eat." "Eat." "I'm begging you to eat." "It's yummy food." "Yummy..." "Bailey... breast milk... food." "Come on." "Well, look at you." "You find this amusing?" "And you don't?" "Come on." "You know what?" "I can't help you." "I can't help you." "I cannot help you if you don't want to eat." "If you're gonna keep on crying... then eat." "O'Malley, you're a natural." "You have nieces and nephews?" "No, sir." "Babies just like me." "Well, that speaks to a good bedside manner." "Keep it up." "Thanks, sir." "Hey, is that Bailey's baby?" "Yeah." "Oh, he is so cute." "Hi there, little man." "So I scheduled the Mercer kid's surgery for tomorrow afternoon." "I assume you want in?" "Oh, no, I want in." "On a surgery, any surgery." "I'll do it." "Who are you?" "I'm Cristina." "Sorry, I only need one." "Oh, well, absolutely, I'm in." "Oh, and, George." "This is the last invitation I'm extending, so... the ball's in your court." "Okay." "Okay." "Seriously?" "Seriously." "Nice.Think she has a couch you can sleep on?" "Mrs. Booker." "I'm waiting for my husband." "He's bringing the car." "Mrs. Booker..." "I know you're worried about the surgery." "No, I'm not." "I'm not worried about it because I'm not having it." "You're not having the surgery because of the medical risks." "No, I'm not having it because-- because for the first time in 12 years," "I have a great marriage and I have a life, and I want to live it." "You--you have weeks." "If this surgery is successful, you're looking at decades." "I don't think you understand." "I'm not crazy, and I don't want to die." "But I don't want to go back to being Kyle's bed warmer in a full-length flannel nightgown." "Can you understand that?" "Yeah, I understand you're tired of settling." "So don't." "Fight." "Fight for your life." "Fight for your marriage." "Let me operate, and make a decision right now that you'll never settle again." "The lvad will inhibit organ deterioration." "It'll allow you to get off most of the meds that you're on, and it'll give your heart a much needed rest." "Izzie..." "I'm just..." "I'm just so tired." "I appreciate that." "But the lvad also has increased survival rates over conventional therapies." "And I think that you need to" "Having this surgery... it means I don't get to leave here." "And you know how much I hate hospitals." "I do know." "But as your doctor, I can't support you making any other decision." "The surgery will allow you more time,and we need more time." "We?" "We--your doctors... need more time." "And we need more time." "So..." "you'll be here?" "Every day." "And as an added bonus... it'll really piss off Alex." "Yes, that it will." "Okay." "Okay?" "Okay." "Okay." "Okay." "Heath." "Hey, I told you I couldn't miss my game, and I didn't." "I made two goals and one assist, and there were scouts there." "What did you do?" "I cut off my finger." "It's okay." "I saved it so you guys could sew it back on." "There's deep tissue infection here." "Not good." "He said he found out how to do it on the internet." "Who puts up web pages on how to cut off your own finger?" "Well, he's got a passion and he sacrificed for it." "You gotta respect that." "No... you don't." "He--he cut off his own finger, a finger that--sorry-- that would've healed perfectly in a few months." "Sometimes you can't wait." "You just want the pain to stop." "So you cut it off." "End the problem, end the pain." "That doesn't end the pain." "No." "No, I mean, if it's that painful, to start with, then even if you cut it off, there's always gonna be that phantom pain." "Your ex did a real number on you, huh?" "And you're quitting your job." "Oh, absolutely." "And we're selling the house." "And we're moving to Paris, and we're spending that nest egg now." "Yeah." "Promise?" "I promise." "And, baby..." "Yeah?" "If I die... promise me you'll do it anyway." "I promise." "I'm sorry." "This is as far as you can go." "Sylvia... please don't die." "I'll do my best." "I fed him." "Oh god , there's poop everywhere." "All right." "Go back to sleep, Cristina." "I know you're the boss of me, and you could destroy my career and make my life a living hell and torture and pain and all that, but just, in the future," "I don't baby-sit." "Fine." "I read that a patient's heart can sometimes remodel itself and they can be weaned off the lvad." "His heart is too weak." "I just wanted to make sure everybody was doing okay." "Everything's fine." "Thank you so much." "Oh, yeah, right." "Thank--thanks." "Yeah." "Yeah." "When you put your freshly severed finger into a grungy, bacteria-filled glove, you got a severe infection." "What?" "No." "The internet didn't say anything about infection." "Mrs. Mercer, we didn't realize how deep the infection had gone until we were in there." "There was too much tissue damage." "Heath, the infection was caused by a methicillin-resistant staph bacteria, and it's continuing to spread." "We'll be lucky if we can preserve enough muscle for you to have any hand function at all." "What do you mean?" "Wh--what does she mean?" "You may never regain complete control of your hand." "No." "That's wrong." "You're wrong." "Ronnie Lott played for the 49ers when he cut off his finger." "He could still play." "I got the directions off the internet." "I" "Oh god, my poor baby." "Mom, stop, they're lying." "They're just trying to scare me." "Heath, I'm sorry." "I really am, but... your hockey career is over." "Mom?" "Mom, they're wrong, right?" "They have to be wrong." "Oh, sweetheart." "I got the directions off the internet." "Is there any evidence of vasospasm or bleeding?" "No, looks good." "So you think they'll move to Paris?" "I hope so." "That was amazing." "Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" "Yeah." "Meredith... you know I was kidding this morning?" "I mean, you can tell me about this horrible thing." "Come on." "You can talk to me." "As a friend." "As a friend." "There's a line between friends and not friends, and if I tell you this... if I tell you this horrible thing, then you have to react as my friend, not my not friend." "I can do that." "All right." "You tell me what's wrong," "I'll tell you how to fix it." "Okay." "You ready?" "I'm ready." "I slept with George." "And... it was a horrible mistake, and now everything has changed, and I don't know how to repair it." "I don't even know where to start, but I just know that I have to, and... say something friendly." "You tell him that." "You find George, and you apologize." "That's what everyone's saying, but he won't listen." "Make him listen." "You tell him you're sorry." "Just tell him again and again and again until he listens." "How do I do that?" "You do what I do." "Use the elevator." "You're trapped." "And you don't have to talk." "I'll do the talking." "George..." "I am truly... very deeply sorry." "And I'm not going to make excuses." "I'm just sorry." "Look, I know you're gonna get off this elevator and walk away and not look back." "I know that." "But, George, we're friends." "Real friends." "And that means, no matter how long it takes, when you finally do decide to look back," "I'll still be here." "As doctors, as friends, as human beings, we all try to do the best we can." "Hey." "Don't you have somewhere to be?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I'm there." "But the world is full of unexpected twists and turns." "And just when you think you've got the lay of the land... the ground underneath you shifts" "and knocks you off your feet." "If you're lucky, you end up with nothing more than a flesh wound." "Something a band-aid will cover." "Hi." "Hey." "But someone's are deeper than they first appear and require more just a quick fix." "What?" "I was indifferent... you know, in New York, before Mark." "I was just indifferent towards you." "Yes." "And I was absent." "Yes." "I'm partly to blame for what's happened to our marriage." "Yeah." "I'm sorry." "I'm working on it." "Okay." "With someone's you have to rebuff the band aid." "Let them breathe and give them time to heal."