I thought you'd be asleep by now.
Yeah, well... I'm not.
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 it's still tasty.
- So, you know? - I know. -
Well, do you want the long, sordid version, or the short version,
where I started sleeping with a guy who turned out to be my boss?
Neither.
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 O.R.,
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 O.R., and everyone hopes I'm the nurse.
You have their respect without even trying, and you're throwing it away for...
what, a few good surgeries?
No.
It's not about the surgeries.
It's not about getting ahead.
Then what?
A little hot sex?
You're willing to ruin your credibility over that?
I mean, Meredith, what the hell are you doing?
Oh, my god...
you're falling for him.
I am not.
Oh, you so are.
No, I'm not.
You so are.
Damn it, you poor girl.
You know, it's just that he's just so...
and I'm just -- I'm having a hard time.
Wow, you're all, uh, mushy and...
warm and...
full of secret feelings.
I hate you!
And your cake.
My cake is good.
So, um, how hot is the sex?
Izzie... Izzie...
What? Come on, I'm not getting any.
Help a girl out with a few details.