"He's just not George anymore. He's broken George. First he chops off his hair. Then he starts hanging out with this... Callie. That is not a name. Callie! Who is she anyway? I'm his best friend. Not that he talks to me anymore," Izzy ranted.
"Triple word score. 69 points. Woman, I am beating the pants off of you. Pay attention. What in the hell are you doing?" Denny asked.
"I'm knitting a sweater. Actually Meredith, that's my friend, the friend that broke George, is knitting a sweater. She's not really knitting a sweater, because she cannot knit, but I want her to think she is knitting, because she and I took a celibacy vow, so she's replacing sex with knitting, so I am knitting pieces of Meredith's sweater, so she can actually believe she is knitting, because if anybody needs to be celibate, it's Meredith, because she broke George, you know?" Izzy huffed.
"You took a vow of celibacy?" Denny asked.
"Yes," Izzy replied, nodding.
"How am I supposed to get in your pants if you took a vow of celibacy?" Denny grinned.
"That is a very inappropriate thing to say to your doctor," Izzy said after a moment.
"Oh, you know what's inappropriate? Promising sexual favors to a patient in order to get them to live, and then backing out."
"Denny Duquette, I so never, ever promised - "
"In my head you did. In my head, you delivered." Denny closed his eyes.
"Well - " Izzy replied.
"But don't worry, you weren't very good," Denny grinned.
"Ok. You know what, I was being nice. I was letting you win, because you're 'Mr. Sick Needs a New Organ Guy' but just for that comment, I'm gonna kick your ass. Yeah, I'm gonna - you put down 'mount', Denny?"