George: Dr. Bailey, I need to tell you something. Bailey: Not now O'Malley. George: I joined the Army to be a trauma surgeon, I report for duty tomorrow. Bailey: YOU DID WHAT? George: Yeah, thats where I thought we'd start.
"I love you in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me..." - Meredith Grey