Chapter 3: 我得到了! (I Got You Now!)
Scene 1: 剝蛋和腳趾開裂 (Peeling Eggs and Cracking Toes)
Dr. Yang fills a pot with water, cracks some salt into it, and waits for it to boil. She boils the eggs, brooding to herself her next step when the hypnosis will set in with Izzie. "Only a matter a time," she thinks to herself. Then I'll get what I want. Dr. Yang brings the half-dozen boiled eggs to the living room where Dr. Bailey and Izzie are yacking to the rooftops.
Dr. Bailey: Oh yeah! That don't beat what I did in High school. Once, three boys paid me to lift up my top to see my tatas, I did, and they gave me a quarter. Then, while I was showing 'em in the bathroom, the principal walked in, and sent the boys to his office. We did it right there on top of a toilet seat. That was one hell good time!
Izzie: Yeah. Whatever. I still think that my stint as the 7-11 hoe was a better story.
Dr. Yang: Egg lady here! Let's get peeling.
Dr. Bailey: Sure these eggs are just normal eggs? Hope they ain't little chicks in 'em like I saw off the Discovery channel.
Dr. Yang: Shut up!
Dr. Bailey: Oh no you didn't! No one says shut up to Dr. Bailey. I's a doctor, I's one hell of a good doctor too having to listen to you and Izzie and Meredith talk all day about your damn stupid ass problems while we got patients who need help.
Izzie: I like pink! That's my favorite color! Hurry up Christina! Let's go!
In three minutes, Izzie's toe nails were painted as seamless as an Armani suit.
Izzie: What did I tell you? They must be born with it...
Dr. Bailey: You's a racist, bitch. I think Ching Cchongs is nice people. They especially good at doing my laundry. They not only good at painting nails and putting computers together.
Izzie: That too.
Dr. Yang: I'm gonna paint your toe nails orange, Dr. Bailey. Just hold on while I file down this one big toe nail.
Dr. Bailey: It hurts. Oooo. Mama needs some more of that tequila.
Izzie: These eggs taste like shit.
Izzie throws one of the egg peelings on Dr. Yang's face.
Scene 2: 在發呆 (The Daze)
Izzie starts to stare off into space. Her mouth opens and spit starts to glop out of her mouth. Dr. Bailey is oblivious to this all, mumbling and bitching about how she loves to shop at the 99 cent store. Dr. Yang realizes that her plan is starting to take effect!
Izzie: Dododorororolaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Dr. Yang: What's wrong, Izzie? Is something wrong?
Izzie: Tutututututu (she farts a cheese fart).
Dr. Bailey: Damn, this place couldn't smell any worse. I mean really. Damn!
Dr. Yang: You better go, Dr. Bailey. You have work tomorrow.
Dr. Bailey: I don't wanna go. I's having a goooood time.
Dr. Yang: I said get the fuck out of my apartment!
Dr. Yang pulls Dr. Bailey from the sofa and pushes her out the front door, throwing her purse in her face and slamming the door. Dr. Yang sits close to Izzie on the sofa. She strokes her piss orange hair and chants to her a Chinese tune she heard in her childhood.
Dr. Yang: You will do good things for your master. I'm the master and you are the servant.
Izzie: I...the...s-s-servant. Yeah yeah. I do for you anything.
Dr. Yang: Anything I say is the law, and you are the follower. Now, there is something you have to do. I want you to seduce Alex. Be sexy. Work your thang. Then, I want you to slip this powder into his drink.
Izzie: Powder...p-p-p-owder soft, like Danish fo' breakfast.
Dr. Yang: Yes. You will come onto Alex and slip this into his drink. Then, you will make sure he drinks it. Tomorrow, you are both working the same shit. Do it afterward, in the locker room after everyone has left.
Izzie: Okay. I want wawamelon.
Dr. Yang: And you will get watermelon. If you do this thing for Queen Bee. You shall now call me "Queen Bee."
Izzie: Yes Queen Bee. I do that for you.
Dr. Yang: Excellent...
Dr. Yang wrings her hands and smiles a stone-cold grin.