Denny: Izzie. I’m gonna be 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? You’ll be okay. You’ll be fine. But, what about me? So, 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!