Grey's Anatomy

I thinking we put the tub here.

That way you can take a bath and look out the window at the trees.

But that means we have to move the sink here,

because there's no way we can get two sinks on that wall.

- Okay. - Okay, so do you want me to move the tub

or you want to share a sink?

I have one opinion, and that is

that I just want a tub deep enough

- that it covers my knees and boobs... - Knees and boobs at the same time.

Yeah, I gotta go. You're useless. Mwah. Love you.

The dude's building you a dream house.

I can't read these stupid things.

You just don't give a crap.

I'm taking baby drugs to make my uterus less hostile,

and I don't know, it makes my eyes dry,

and I have to squint to see,

and I don't really care enough about the tub/sink relationship

- to, you know... - You should talk to that hot O.B.

You are always drumming up reasons

to talk to that hot O.B.

Everyone figures doctors are

the most responsible people they know.

They hold lives in their hands. They're not flakes.

They don't lose track of important details

or make stunningly bad judgment calls.

'Cause that would be bad, right?

- Oh, look. - Aww.

Nice size, good-looking placenta.

- Is that an arm? - Yep.

Aww.

All good. Did you schedule an amnio yet?

Um... we don't need an amnio.

Um... we don't?

- Of course we do. We'll set it up. - Why do we need an amnio?

I can think of a hundred reasons why.

You want me to take 'em down one by one or all together?

- Hey, hey, hey. - It's so nice that there are three of you.

I gotta go. Don't let her shove a giant needle in your belly

before we discuss this.

It's not giant. 9 inches.

Okay, so I'm really sorry about this,

but with a clinical trial, the paperwork never ends.

Have there been any changes

to your memory in the last week or so?

Oh, I don't... I don't think it's worse.

Went to see Dr. Kesten, and, uh, couldn't figure out

what floor he's on, but that's... that's always the case.

Well, that place is a maze.

Did you have a problem or was that scheduled?

No, well, he's... he's the one who first diagnosed me,

and I was kind of angry when he said it was Alzheimer's.

I... I called him a quack.

I, uh, figured I should apologize.

Well, I'm sure he gets that a lot.

Have there been any changes in your schedule

in the last week or so?

I... I don't work, and, um...

I get lost on the way to the post office,

so I don't do so many errands.

So how about your sleeping and your eating?

Well, we have, uh, breakfast together

- before the boys leave. - Right.

And lunch...

Well, I...

I'm not home till pretty late, so I... I don't know...

Half a peanut butter and banana sandwich.

Well, I make one when we get home, and we share it.

Okay. And, uh, what about the drugs... any side effects?

- No. - Okay.

The pink ones make you thirsty.

- Dry mouth. Y... yeah. - Right, right, right.

And water helps with that?

Yeah.

Okay. Very good.

Ricky... big day.

Bring it on.

- Is this your sister? - This is my girlfriend... Julia.

You're kidding. He's been talking about you for months.

I figured, if there was ever a day to take off work,

it's when your boyfriend's getting new lungs.

Smart. She waited for the real fun.

- All right. Let's do this. - Well, your new lungs

should leave Portland in about two hours.

You haven't taken any of your cystic fibrosis meds

- since last night, right? - No food, no water, no drugs.

Great. So we'll just do one last workup,

- and then we'll get you to the O.R. - Oh, and, uh, Julia,

- write down your number, please, and give it to Dr. Grey. - Why?

Well, so we can call you when Ricky's in surgery

if we have any news.

When was the last time you put in an application to the F.D.A.?

It's been a while, sir.

Well, it would have to be, because if you had

any recollection of what's involved,

then you wouldn't interrupt me

in the middle of compiling 357 pages of an application.

Do you know how easy it is to lose one page out of 357?

- It's gotta be quite easy. - They look for reasons to kill a study.

- Do you know what they consider a good reason? - A missing...

One missing page. Now you're a smart man, Hunt.

You have leadership potential, management potential.

- I mean, I think you shy away from that. - That may well be, sir.

I mean, you can handle a V.I.P. patient.

I mean, if you don't mention the chief of surgery,

they won't ask for the chief of surgery.

- Did you mention me? - I think I did, sir.

Now why would you do that?

- Did you not know about my application? - I think I knew, sir.

Then what on earth were you thinking?

Your wife, sir. That's what I was thinking.

Just when you thought you were done,

we need more blood.

- Well, if there's any left, it's all yours. - Well, Dr. Shepherd

is going to come up and take a look at you,

and if these labs are clean, then we're gonna move you

- up to the O.R. floor. - Good.

Hey. Let's keep our fingers crossed

- and hope that mom gets the good stuff, okay? - Okay.

Hey, Kyle. What's this on your neck?

Oh, that's just my bump. It doesn't hurt or anything.

We've been meaning to make an appointment,

but... with everything there's been going on...

- I'm a full-time job. - No, you're not, okay. I should've called.

Well, we have doctors coming out of our ears here.

So I'll have someone come up and take a look.

It's just one less thing to worry about.

- Thank you. - Okay.

I was in the cereal aisle,

and I tripped on one of those big display...

fruit spreads or... or some nonsense and the whole thing came down.

- Lido and an epi, please. 5-0 prolene. - Okay. Excuse me.

Oh, it's a cut, Mark. You don't have to show off.

You can give me a couple of band-aids and be on your way.

Yeah, that's not how this is gonna go.

You... you tripped on the display

or you tripped over your feet and fell into the thing or...

The chronology escapes me, Richard.

I was more focused on the fact that there was jam

and... and shard glass all over my coat and my pants

and the pants of the store manager, who would not

leave me alone until he packed me away into an ambulance.

Oh! You know, this whole thing is just ridiculous!

This is twice, honey. I mean, your wrist...

It's those shoes. Now they are supposed to tone your derriere,

but I cannot feel the ground when I walk on them.

I am going to throw them away. If somebody would just give me

a couple of band-aids, I can be on my way.

- You're not going anywhere. - No, if you make a big fuss about this...

Mrs. Webber.

- Hmm? - I'm about to put a needle in your face.

I'd be extremely grateful if you'd stop moving.

Mm.

Did they come by with the forms?

I think I signed 200 of them.

That sounds about right. You just...

You just gave us your firstborn.

- You need a drink of water, Julia? - Just asthma. Sorry..

Nothing brings people together like respiratory disorders.

Mm. Romantic.

Dornase.

It's mine.

It has Julia's name on it.

- Rick, why is she on dornase? - I'm gonna go.

- Wait, Julia, do you... you have cystic fibrosis? - Go.

No, wait a minute. Okay?

- Nobody's going anywhere. - Do you know how dangerous

- cystic fibrosis patients are to each other? - We know.

Your disease isn't contagious to anybody

in the general population. It's not like you can't date.

You just can't... you can't date each other.

You can infect each other with bacteria

- there's no way you can fight. - We know!

You know how many times we've heard the warnings?

Never get closer than 3 feet

from another C.F. patient.

It's a drag. Okay? There's no question. I get it.

No, you don't.

Ricky gets it. Nobody else gets it.

We both tried dating. People can't handle it.

People cringe as soon as you start coughing,

like you're gonna kill them.

This is dangerous.

Depression is dangerous.

Living by yourself...

with nobody who understands you, that's dangerous.

We spent eight years making small talk

on opposite sides of a doctor's waiting room.

And one day we decided

that life with risk

is better than not really living.

We deserve to be together.

Kepner, you're on Peds today?

Yeah, some kid already puked on me.

Okay, so one of my patient's son has a lump on his neck.

So would you just do a workup on him,

and if it's anything, kick it up to Robbins?

- Fine. You owe me one. - No, I don't.

- I'm doing you a favor. You owe me one. - You're doing your job.

I owe you gratitude and respect.

I already had your respect.