Owner of a Lonely Heart/Transcript

[Flashes of Seattle and Seattle Grace.]

Meredith VO: Forty years ago, the Beatles asked the world a simple question: they wanted to know where all the lonely people came from. My latest theory is that a great many of the lonely people come from hospitals.

[Cut to George with Lucy.]

George: I have the best quint. Lucy. She just smiled at me.

Izzie: She's nine hours old, George.

George: I'm saying. There are five babies here and clearly mine is the advanced one.

Meredith: Charlotte's smart. She's got wrinkles on her forehead. Very serious.

Izzie: Okay, A,this is not a competition, and B, my quint kicks your quints' asses. Emily's strong. She won't let go of my finger.

Cristina: Hey, Julie has her organs on the outside of her body and she's still alive, thank you.

Alex: [walking in] Kate's the best one. [He glances at Izzie.] Izzie.

Izzie: Leave.

Alex: Can we please just talk?

Izzie: You're too busy screwing nurses to talk. Just get out.

Alex: Can someone make sure that Kate's vitals remain stable?

Meredith: I will.

[Alex leaves.]

Izzie: He is unbelievable. I am so glad I never slept with him, which is his loss, because I'm really good in bed. Mind-blowing. Mind-blowingly good in bed.

Cristina: Are you trying to seduce us?

Izzie: And then he sleeps with Olivia instead of me. Olivia.

George: Hey, I slept with Olivia.

Izzie: Well, then you both have bad taste.

Meredith: You can't say that you weren't warned. Alex has always been Alex. You dodged a bullet, Iz. You're better off without him.

Cristina: Why are you even surprised? You sleep with a snake, you get bit.

Izzie: [smiles] Thanks, guys... for the support.

[Dr Bailey walks in.]

Dr Bailey: Who's on call tonight?

Izzie: I am.

Dr Bailey: All right: The rest of you, go home, sleep.

More precisely, the surgical wing of hospitals. As surgeons, we ignore our own needs so we can meet our patients' needs. We ignore our friends and families so we can save other people's friends and families. Which means that, at the end of the day, all we really have is ourselves. And nothing in this world can make you feel more alone than that. Four hundred years ago, another well-known English guy had an opinion about being alone. John Donne. He thought we were never alone. Of course it was fancier when he said it. No man is an island entire unto himself. Boil down that island talk and he just meant that all anyone needs is someone to step in and let us know we're not alone. And who's to say that someone can't have four legs. Someone to play with, or run around with, or just hang out.