Izzie: You have syphilis? 

George: Shh! 

George: I don't know how this happened. 

Izzie: Of course you do. God, Olivia must really be getting around. 

George: Olivia, she's not like that . 

Izzie: It's a new millennium, George. The only people who aren't like that are the Amish and, apparently, you. 

George: You don't know. Maybe I've been sleeping around. Maybe I got ladies. Shut up. What am I gonna do? 

Izzie: It's no biggie, couple doses of Penicillin will knock it out. 

George: What am I gonna do about Olivia? 

Izzie: Well, for starters,  stop sleeping with her, unless you want that thing to fall off. 

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. 

Izzie:  If she gave it to you, you have to tell her. 

George: Three. 

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. 

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?" 

Izzie: Maybe not quite like that. 

George: No, it's good advice, really good advice. Thank you very much.