Denny: Izzie...Izzie, stop and listen to me. We're not doing this.
Izzie: Don't worry. You're not gonna die. I will be here the whole time to make sure of that and that's what this stuff is for. (indicating the equipment she brought in)
Denny: This isn't about me dying. Alright? This is wrong.
Izzie: You've waited a year and a half to get this thing. Who knows when the next one is gonna come along.
Denny: I'll take my chances.
Izzie: No. It may be too late by then. (continuing her preparations)
Denny: Then it's too late. Alright? Get this stuff out of here.
Izzie: Denny! Please. You have to do this.
Denny: No, Izzie! I'm not about to steal a heart from another man's chest! Not to mention, this'd be the end of your medical career.
Izzie: I don't care about my medical career.
Denny: Alright, you know what? This has gone on long enough. I'm gonna call a nurse...
Izzie: Everyone who is entered into the transplant program is clocked in to the second...to the second, Denny, you were clocked in to the second and so was the other guy, I checked with UNOS. The difference between when you entered the program and when he entered the program is 17 seconds. That it, Denny. 17 seconds. I mean, that's not even the length of a decent kiss. So, this other guy? I'm not saying that he doesn't deserve this heart. I'm sure he does. But so. do. you. So do you. And if you tell me any more crap about heading towards the light or looking down on me from heaven, I swear, I will kill you myself right now.
Denny : Izzie... I'm gonna be alright. Alright, you don't have to worry.
Izzie: What About me? What about me when you go into the light?
Denny: Izzie...
Izzie (sobbing): No! I get it, OK? I get it! You'll be OK, you'll be fine, but what about me?! So don't do it for yourself, do it for me! Please? Please, Denny! Please do this for me! Because if you die--Oh, God! You have to do this! You have to do this for me, or I'll never be able to forgive you!
Denny: For dying?
Izzie: No! For making me love you! Please? Please, do this
Denny: Come here.
Izzie (sobbing hysterically): Please do this for me? Okay? Please? Okay? I can't do this if you don't--Please! Do this for me! Please?!
Izzie: Don't worry. You're not gonna die. I will be here the whole time to make sure of that and that's what this stuff is for. (indicating the equipment she brought in)
Denny: This isn't about me dying. Alright? This is wrong.
Izzie: You've waited a year and a half to get this thing. Who knows when the next one is gonna come along.
Denny: I'll take my chances.
Izzie: No. It may be too late by then. (continuing her preparations)
Denny: Then it's too late. Alright? Get this stuff out of here.
Izzie: Denny! Please. You have to do this.
Denny: No, Izzie! I'm not about to steal a heart from another man's chest! Not to mention, this'd be the end of your medical career.
Izzie: I don't care about my medical career.
Denny: Alright, you know what? This has gone on long enough. I'm gonna call a nurse...
Izzie: Everyone who is entered into the transplant program is clocked in to the second...to the second, Denny, you were clocked in to the second and so was the other guy, I checked with UNOS. The difference between when you entered the program and when he entered the program is 17 seconds. That it, Denny. 17 seconds. I mean, that's not even the length of a decent kiss. So, this other guy? I'm not saying that he doesn't deserve this heart. I'm sure he does. But so. do. you. So do you. And if you tell me any more crap about heading towards the light or looking down on me from heaven, I swear, I will kill you myself right now.
Denny : Izzie... I'm gonna be alright. Alright, you don't have to worry.
Izzie: What About me? What about me when you go into the light?
Denny: Izzie...
Izzie (sobbing): No! I get it, OK? I get it! You'll be OK, you'll be fine, but what about me?! So don't do it for yourself, do it for me! Please? Please, Denny! Please do this for me! Because if you die--Oh, God! You have to do this! You have to do this for me, or I'll never be able to forgive you!
Denny: For dying?
Izzie: No! For making me love you! Please? Please, do this
Denny: Come here.
Izzie (sobbing hysterically): Please do this for me? Okay? Please? Okay? I can't do this if you don't--Please! Do this for me! Please?!
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