Maybe the best line from Grey’s Anatomy tonight.

During a meeting at work once, I was only half joking when I said that I was going to kick a certain person’s ass.  The person whose ass was in question wasn’t there, and it was obviously an informal meeting, but that wasn’t the point.  Everyone laughed and one of my work friends said that I would never get into a fight with anyone unless it was over the last pair of size eight pants on a rack from Ann Taylor.

Just once I want to get into a massive verbal exchange where I can channel my inner Julia Sugarbaker and, with class and style and perhaps that pair of size eight pants, give a deserving offender the dressing down of their life.  Instead, I can usually sputter out a few things and then, two or three days later as I’m making the kids’ lunch, the right line pops into my head.  So, then, I mentally rehearse the future confrontations which, of course, never happen because usually the would be recipients of these mental tirades are the person that cut in front of me in traffic last week or some idiot spouting some nonsense on talk radio never to be seen/heard again. 

Poor Izzy.  I suspect that she wants out of her pretend love affair with her best friend, George.  But most of all she seems to want to be taken seriously and maybe she thinks that being “kick ass” makes people look at you in a different way.  I’m not so sure about that.