Yang. Yang.
I'm scrubbing in on a hemispherectomy with Shepherd.
Get out! I would kill for that.
We're gonna cut out half a girl's brain and it's going to work.
It's outrageous.
Almost makes it hard to hate him.
Why do you hate him?
Oh, no reason.
You know about him and Meredith?
You know?
When are you gonna figure out that I know everything?
She knows.
What, about doctor-cest?
It's been going on for, like, ever.
And you didn't tell us?
Ooh, you're a gossip, huh?
- I am not! - I am.
He's about to go into major brain surgery on no sleep?
Not very responsible.
Jealous much?
Sex all night isn't about being responsible.
No, it's about sex all night.
I can't believe you're not more pissed off about this.
Well, she works hard all day. She's got a hard job.
Why should you care how she unwinds?
I mean, you like to bake all night. Some people like to drink.
Others like an occasional screaming orgasm.
Yeah, we do.
Forget I said that.
Pretend like I'm not here.
Continue.
You look like you need to be spoon-fed.
You look like Alex.
Yeah, about drinking -- Dr. Taylor, the anesthesiologist
do you think he drinks?
Whatever gets you through the day.
I mean here, at work. Earlier, I thought I smelled --
Do you think -- I mean, his patients trust that --
So I should say something, right?
It's a can of worms, George.
Weren't we talking about sex, anyway?
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