casey, drunk: [points at izzie] THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND, FUCKERS
izzie, exhausted: i'm your wife, casey.
casey: MY WIFE! EVEN BETTER!
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izzie: hey, can you help me with this zipper?
casey: sure.
izzie:
izzie: UP, casey.
casey: right, sorry.
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izzie: you remind me of the ocean.
casey: because i'm deep and mysterious?
izzie: no, because you're always salty and you scare people.
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sam: i am the left brain, i am the left brain. "work really hard until inevitable death" brain. you got a job to do, you better do it right. and the right way is with the left brain's might.
zahid, drunk: i LiKe OrEoS aNd PuSSSSSsssssssssyyyyYYYY-
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casey: ask me why i love you.
izzie, sighing: why do you love me?
casey, pulling up a 150 slide powerpoint presentation: iM GLAD YOU ASKED-
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sam: i need your advice.
casey: i'm not good at advice.
casey: can i interest you in a sarcastic comment?
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casey: are you getting enough sleep?
izzie: when i sneeze, my eyes close.
casey: i'm dating a disaster.
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casey: why would i fuck a demon? simple; the status. imagine you and your friends arriving at the gates of hell, they're all crying, scared to death and you just walk into the arms of your sugar demon. legendary.
izzie:
izzie: newton, it's 3am-