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Izzie: You have syphilis? |
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George: Shh! |
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George: I don't know how this happened. |
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Izzie: Of course you do. God, Olivia must really be getting around. |
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George: Olivia, she's not like that . |
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Izzie: It's a new millennium, George. The only people who aren't like that are the Amish and, apparently, you. |
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George: You don't know. Maybe I've been sleeping around. Maybe I got ladies. Shut up. What am I gonna do? |
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Izzie: It's no biggie, couple doses of Penicillin will knock it out. |
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George: What am I gonna do about Olivia? |
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Izzie: Well, for starters, stop sleeping with her, unless you want that thing to fall off. |
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George: Ok, that is twice that you have trash-talked the girl that I could one day potentially...well, not love but like a whole lot. |
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Izzie: If she gave it to you, you have to tell her. |
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George: Three. |
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Izzie: Fine. She didn't give it to you. She was a virgin when you met. You still have to tell her so she can get tested. |
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George: Oh, yeah? How am I gonna tell her? "Uh, hey, Olivia. How you doing? By the way, I got the syph. How about you?" |
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Izzie: Maybe not quite like that. |
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George: No, it's good advice, really good advice. Thank you very much. |
