Character: Cristina Yang

You know, I don't believe in Santa, Justin, or God either. I believe in medicine. It's a medical miracle that you're alive. With your heart, you should have died within a few weeks of being born. Except some surgeon came up with a way to give you someone else's heart, which is much cooler than Santa's gifts. Therefore, you must want to live. To live to be a doctor, and to come up with a way of transplantation where no one would have to die. Or live to grow up, have kids and tell them there's no Santa. This is sure to piss off your mom. Most importantly, choose life. After all, in your case, death is not the best way to take revenge.

You are my person.
You're my person.

- Yes, but you have a lot of mental agony.
- Anguish?
- Your mom's got Alzheimer's, with your father, you do not communicate...
- ... drink a lot of tequila and sleeping with the wrong guys. And now the anguish is there and Izzie.
And that, I am now the President of the community of people with failed lives?

I like it when you angry and sad. Now you look like a normal person.

- When you're standing at the altar, just speak from the heart.
- The heart is an organ. It pumps blood, it sometimes becomes clogged. He can't talk, he doesn't have small sponges.

- I love you!
- Do not believe him. So they do it. Say "I love you". Suck you and bring down your defenses. But as soon as you something really need, they're gonna get bumped. And you're screwed. They will exchange you for surgery or you will hide behind during a firefight.
- You... angry.

- I guess I just believe in fate. Good people deserve happiness.
- How did you get involved in medicine?

- A cute baby, right?
- Its small size and big eyes run in people's hormonal response. It's subconscious... That we do eat.

Fuck the beauty... I'm a genius.

- Want a drink?
- Yes, you want something non-alcoholic, because I'm trying to get pregnant. And alcohol will make my baby have three heads and sixteen toes.
- Can then crack it, you got it?

To know about their problems and be able to overcome them - two completely different things.

The absence of loved ones is one of the factors why we have gathered here. The patient is on the brink. All day to discuss the criteria, the level of creatinine clearance is low, but it is not critical, it fungal pneumonia is treatable. He is on the verge. I took part in twenty-seven transplants, and always the patient's wishes for life's most important. And Roy wants to live. If we give new lungs, they will not go to waste. He will live, I'm sure.