[Dr. Lively enters the room where a young woman is anxiously awaiting her test results.]
GH: I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news. The good news? I’m taking you out to dinner on Saturday night. The bad? I won’t be putting out, you have herpes.
[the woman sits in stunned silence]
GH: I get off work at 7, so you can pick me up then. Oh, and I see a lot of patients, so be sure to remind me what I diagnosed you with before we crack open any wine at the table.
[Saturday night, at the dinner table]
GH: ... and THAT'S why CSI: Miami is a more accurate depiction of crime scene forensics than Grey's Anatomy is of practicing doctors. I know, I know, crazy thought, right? But CSI has a loose connection to the facts, either the lab equipment really does spew out detailed and accurate results instantaneously, in which case they'd have an abundance of free time each day to p*ss about and get emotionally involved with every case that crosses their desk; or the lab equipment DOESN'T work that fast AT ALL, so with all their free time waiting they may as well call around to each person involved and say "Hey."
GH: Now, Grey's Anatomy, they're supposed to be doctors. I don't have as much free time as they do. No-one does. Do you know how many sick people are in a hospital? Loads! We have rooms full of them. Injured people too, I swear, some people are basically one more stupid decision away from being the problem of "a higher authority", if you know what i mean.
Richelle: Yes, I think I-
GH: I mean "dead"! the higher authority is "God" who, incidentally, doesn't do his job half as well as I do his job. So I have to do His job and fill out paperwork, prescriptions, do rounds, and I don't have the time every day to 'share' some whiny feelings before shacking up with the first Resident I catch a sniff of. Personal business on personal time. Which is why I'm here on this date with you.
GH: Actually, remind me again how we met?
Richelle: I was in for some test results earlier this week and-
GH: And...? What tests? Oh, the herpes, right? Is that flaring up now?
Richelle: That's a little inappropriate-
GH: No, it's cool, i'm a doctor. I'm your doctor. Anything you don't tell me I can just go and look up on your chart anyway. Actually... [looks at his half glass of wine] I'm feeling a little headachey and might have to leave soon; you know how it is, saving people all week? What do you do again?
Richelle: Well, i'm a teacher.
GH: Okay, so you mightn't know how it is, but I'm sure there's a book you can read somewhere that'll tell you. Can I get a lift home? Oh, and can we swing by the hospital first? I want to check your chart and see if i should be inviting you in for coffee after.