“Oh…what is this a drawing of, Jessica?” I asked one of my second grade students.
“My manatee friend!” she replied, smiling.
“Ahh, yes, lovely! And what is your manatee friend’s name?”
“Big Peter! But he prefers Big Pete.”
Do you ever find yourself in a situation, say shopping for knives, and think, ‘would Dexter be buying this?’
I figured it out a while ago.
…I would do some sort of flashback to the beginning of Booth and Brennan’s relationship.
you know
stuff like that
Izzie: Everyone entered into the transplant program is clocked in to the second… to the second, Denny. You were clocked in to the second and so was the other guy. I checked with UNOS. The difference between when you entered the program and when he entered the program is 17 seconds. That’s it, Denny, 17 seconds. I mean, that’s not even the length of a decent kiss. So, this other guy? I’m not saying that he doesn’t deserve this heart. I’m sure he does. But so. Do. You. So do you. And if you tell me anymore crap about heading towards the light or looking down on me from heaven, I swear… I will kill you myself right now.
Denny: Izzie… I’m gonna be alright, alright? You don’t have to worry.
Izzie: What about me? What about me when you go to the light?
Denny: Izzie…
Izzie: No! I get it, okay? I get it! You’ll be okay, you’ll be fine, but what about me?! Don’t do it for yourself, do it for me! Please? Please, Denny? Please do this for me! Because if you die… Oh, God. You have to do this! You have to do this for me, or I’ll never be able to forgive you!
Denny: For dying?
Izzie: No! For making me love you!
