• In general, lines are there for a reason. For security, for clarity. If you choose to cross the line, you pretty much do so at your own risk. So why is it that the bigger the line, the greater the temptation to cross it? We can't help ourselves. When we see a line, we want to cross it. Maybe it’s the thrill of the unfamiliar, a sort of personal dare. The only problem is once that you’ve crossed, it’s almost impossible to go back. But, if you do manage to make it back across the line, you find safety in numbers.C: Get out of bed, we're gonna be late.
M: I have a feeling.
C: You have a feeling?
M: Yes.
C: What kind of feeling?
M: Like I might die.
C: Today? Tomorrow? In 50 years? We're all going to die eventually. Now we're late! Let's go!
M: Oh Cristina, c'mon!
C: What? I'm being supportive.
M: Really?
C: Yeah, this is me being totally supportive. Go on.
M: Okay. The man I love has a wife and then he chooses her over me. Then the wife takes my dog. Well, she didn't actually take my dog. I gave it to her. But I didn't mean to give it to her, I meant to give it to him, and that doesn't change the fact that she's got Derek. And my McDog. She's got my McLife! What have I got? I can't even remember the last time we kissed. Because you never think the last time is the last time. You think you have forever, but you don't. Plus my conditioner decided to stop working and I think I have brittle bones. I need something to happen. I just need a sign. I need a reason to go on. I need some hope, and in the absence of hope, I need to stay in bed and feel like I might die today.
C: Whatever. Everybody has problems. Get your ass out of bed and get to work. NOW! Move, move, move!
M: I have this feeling.
D: I get that feeling also. If you wait long enough, it will pass.
M: Do you promise?
D: I promise.
I: Take off your pants.
A: Izzie, what are you doing?
I: I'm being a doer. Getting while the getting's good. Now take off your pants.
A: You realize when I said the apocalypse before, I meant it metaphorically, not literally.
I: Alex, I haven't had sex in eight months and 12 days. I'm horny, I'm half-naked, and I'm saying yes. Do you want to stand there and talk metaphors, or do you want to literally take off your pants?
M: Tell me something.
C: What?
M: Cristina. I have my hand on a bomb, I’m freaking out, and most importantly, I really have to pee. Just please tell me anything.
C: He told me he loved me. Last night. He thought I was sleeping, but I heard him say it.
M: Burke loves you.
C: [to Dylan] Mind your own business.
M: He loves you!
C: Yeah. everybody has problems.
M: Well are you gonna say it back?
C: Of course not! He didn’t say it to me, he said it to sleeping me! Reciprocity is not required. Besides, he might blow up.
M: Excellent point.
M: I can't, I can't remember our last kiss. All I could think about was 'I'm going to die today' and I can't remember our last kiss. Which is pathetic but the last time we were together and happy... I want to be able remember that. And I can't, Derek. I can't remember.
D: I'm glad you didn't die today. (...)
It was a Thursday morning, you were wearing that ratty little Dartmouth t-shirt you look so good in. The one with the hole at the back of the neck. You'd just washed you hair and smelled like some kind of... flower. I was running late for surgery, you said you were going to see me later, and you lean to me, put your hand on my chest and you kissed me. Soft. It was quick. Kind of like a habit. You know, like we'd do it everyday for the rest of our lives. Then you went back reading the newspaper and I went to work. That was the last time we kissed.
M: (...) Lavender. My hair smelled like lavender... from my conditioner.
D: Lavender. Huh.
• I've heard that it’s possible to grow up, I've just never met anyone who’s actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don’t go our way. We whisper secrets with our best friend in the dark. We look for comfort where we can find it. And we hope against all logic, against all experience, like children, we never give up hope. After careful consideration and many sleepless nights, here’s what I've decided. There's no such thing as a grown-up. We move out, we move away from our families. But the basic insecurities, the fears and all the old wounds just grow up with us. Just when you think life has forced you to truly become an adult, your mother says something like that. We get bigger, taller, older. But, for the most part, we're still a bunch of kids, running around the playground, trying desperately to fit in.
G: Why is he suturing his own face?
C: To turn me on...
A: Because he's Mark Sloan. The guy is like the go-to plastic surgeon on the east coast.
G: That’s the guy Addison was sleeping with.
I: Can you really blame her?
C: No, not really.
G: Yes, you can.
M: Well McSexy wants an X-ray to check for fractures and I think it’s a bad idea if I go with him.
G: Why?
A: I'm on it.
G: Why is that a bad idea?
C: McSexy?
M: That's not right.
I: McYummy?
C: Mmm... no.
M: McSteamy.
C: There it is!
I: Yup.
G: Allow me to choke back some McVomit.
Ma: You and I are the dirty mistresses.
Mer: I suppose we are. Why do you think that is?
Ma: My $400-dollar-an-hour shrink says it’s because behind this rugged and confident exterior, I'm self-loathing and self-destructive to an almost pathological degree.
Mer: We have a lot in common.
Ma: It's funny. Derek walks in on me naked with his wife, and just turns around and walks away. But then he sees me so much as talking to you, and I'm on the ground bleeding. Interesting, don't you think?
P: I am Preston Burke. I am a widely renowned cardio-thoracic surgeon. I am a professional and moreover I am a good, kind person. I am a person that cleans up after himself. I am a great cook. And you? You are an unbelievable slob. A slovenly, angry intern. I am Preston Burke. And you... are the most competitive, guarded, stubborn... the most challenging person I have ever met. And I love you. Why the hell won't you just let me?
C: I gave up my apartment 20 minutes ago.
P: Well, alright then.
• Okay, so, sometimes even the best of us make rash decisions. Bad decisions. Decisions we pretty much know we're going to regret the moment, the minute, especially the morning after. I mean, maybe not regret, regret because at least, you know, we put ourselves out there, but still, something inside us decides to do a crazy thing. A thing we know will probably turn around and bite us in the ass and yet, we do it anyway. What I'm saying is... we reap what we sow, what comes around, goes around. It's karma and, any way you slice it... karma sucks. One way or another our karma will leave us to face ourselves. We can look our karma in the eye or we can wait for it to sneak up on us from behind. One way or another, our karma will always find us. No matter how hard we try. We can't escape our karma. It follows us home. I guess we can't really complain about our karma. It's not unfair. It's not unexpected. It just... evens the score. And even when we're about to do something we know will tempt karma to bite us in the ass... well, it goes without saying... We do it anyway.
M: How do you know I did something and not George?
A: Because Bambi looks upset and you look guilty.
A: That's what you do. When you feel sorry for yourself, you get drunk and sleep with inappropriate men. It's okay. I find it charming.
A: I’m gonna show you something and when I do, you do not get to laugh and you do not get to gloat.
D: Why would I gloat?
A: I have poison oak.
D: What? (...) Hmm. You do indeed have poison oak.
A: SO ARE WE EVEN YET? I MEAN... IS THIS BAD ENOUGH? Have we repaid my debt to society, Derek? [Derek starts laughing. Addison throws a pillow at him, he throws it back. She too starts to laugh]
D: Alright. Let's take a look.
A: Get out!
• My college campus has a magic statue. It’s a tradition for students to rub its nose for good luck. My freshman roommate really believed in it and insisted on rubbing its nose before every exam. Studying might have been a better idea. She flunked out her sophomore year. But we all have little superstitious, things that we do. If it's not believing in magic statues, it's avoiding sidewalk cracks or always putting our left shoe on first. Knock on wood. Step on a crack, break your mother's back. The last thing we want to do is offend the gods. Superstition lies in the space between what we can control and what we can't. Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you'll have good luck. No one wants to pass up a chance for good luck. But does saying it 33 times really help? Is anyone actually listening? Why do we bother doing those strange things? We rely on superstitions because we're smart enough to know we don't have all the answers.. and that life works in mysterious ways. Don't diss the juju, from wherever it comes.
D: Juju?
A: Yup.
D: You just juju'ed Meredith.
A: Yes I did. In the spirit of friendship.
D: Huh.
A: What, are we not being friends with Meredith anymore?
D: No, no, we are. Meredith and I are friends.
A: And you and I are married, so by proxy, Meredith and I are friends.
D: That’s very big of you.
A: Yeah.
D: [laughs] You don’t have to do that. I mean, it's not like I'm going to be friends with, say, Mark.
A: Well, neither am I. Now finish your juju before somebody else dies.
I: I need Burke's cap, now.
C: Excuse me?
I: Are you going to give it to him or am I going to physically take it from you?
C: Are you threatening me?
I: I swear to god, Cristina... I like you. I really do. But I grew up in a trailer park and I am not above kicking your pampered little Beverly Hills ass. And I do mean physically kicking your ass.
• The first step toward a real cure is to know exactly what the disease is, to begin with. But that’s not what people want to hear... We're supposed to forget the past that led us here, ignore the future complications that might arise and go for the quick fix. As doctors, as friends, as human beings, we all try to do the best we can. But the world is full of unexpected twists and turns. Just when you’ve gotten the lay of the land, the ground underneath you shifts. It knocks you off your feet. If you're lucky, you end up with nothing more than a flesh wound, something a band-aid will cover. But some wounds are deeper than they first appear, and require more than just a quick fix. With some wounds, you have to rip of the band-aid, let them breathe and give them time to heal.
M: There’s a line, between friends and not friends. And if I tell you this, if I tell you this horrible thing, then you have to react as my friend. Not as my not friend.
D: I can do that. Alright, tell me what’s wrong, I'll tell you how to fix it.
M: Okay, are you ready?
D: I’m ready.
M: I... I slept with George. I slept with him and it was a horrible mistake. Now everything has changed and I don’t know how to repair it. I don’t even know where to start, but I just know that I have to and...
D: You tell him that. You find George and you apologize.
M: That’s what everyone’s saying but he won't listen.
D: You tell him you’re sorry. Just tell him again and again and again until he listens.
M: How do I make him?
D: Do what I do... use the elevator.
M: You’re trapped. You... you don’t have to talk. I’ll do the talking, George. I am truly, very deeply sorry. I’m not going to make excuses, I’m just sorry. Look... I know you’re going to get off this elevator and walk away and not look back. But George, we're friends, real friends. And that means, no matter how long it takes, when you finally do decide to look back, I’ll still be here.
• A good basketball game can have us all on the edge of our seats. Games are all about the glory, pain and the play-by-play. Then there are the more solitary games. The ones we play all by ourselves. The social games, the mind games. We use them to pass the time to make life more interesting... to distract us from what's really going on. There are those of us who love to play games, any games. And there are those of us who love to play a little too much. So go ahead. Argue with the ref, change the rules. Cheat a little, take a break and tend to your wounds. But play. Play. Play hard, play fast... play loose and free. Play as if there were no tomorrow. It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game... right?
D: Come on, have a drink.
M: I can't have a drink, I'm celibate.
J: You mean sober? She means sober.
M: No, I mean celibate. I'm practicing celibacy. Drinking does not go well with celibacy because it makes everything and everyone seem kind of porny. Then my head gets all cloudy and the next thing you know... I'm naked. My point is that I'm celibate, and knitting is good for surgical dexterity, so I'm making a sweater.
D: You? Celibate? I don't buy it.
M: No more men.
A: No more men? Really? You? I'm just asking, because we're friends.
M: Every guy I meet turns out to be married.
D: Oh... ouch.
M: Or Mark.
A: Okay, I'm going to sit over there now.
M: Sorry. Or... remember the horrible thing I did? Remember George?
D: You're making a sweater.
M: I'm making a sweater.
T: Yeah. I... I didn’t know what to say to her. She looks... so much like her mother. Ellis was cold. I mean, I was a coward, I was. I left. But her mother would never let me know her and now, I don’t know how to know her.
G: Well, Meredith is anything but cold. She smiles... not that often, but when she does, you know because she's really going through a lot, but it's… you just feel warm. She's kind. I mean, she can be a little selfish at times, and she's flawed. But she's kind. She cares about people and, um... she cares about her patients. She's going to be a brilliant surgeon. You know, around here, she's known as the one to beat. So, I... I guess she has that in common with her mom, but the rest of her, I think, the rest of that, she gets from you.
T: Hmm... do you... know where she is?
G: I think she left already. But I could tell her you were here, if you want me to.
T: Yeah. Okay. Thank you.
G: You're welcome.
T: Okay.
G: Okay. Bye.
T: Bye.
M: [whispering, hiding] Thank you, George.
R: I'm done! I finished. I finished first. Yes, I am Dr. Webber. That is why I am the Chief! That's why I'm the Chief!
R: Old school, Yang. Muscle control. When in doubt, always stick to the basics.
I: Oh my God... George is her McDreamy!
• There are days that make the sacrifices seem worthwhile. Then there are the days where everything feels like a sacrifice. And then there are the sacrifices that you can't even figure out why you're making. A wise man once said you can have anything in life, if you will sacrifice everything else for it. What he meant is nothing comes without a price. So before you go into battle, you better decide how much you're willing to lose. Too often, going after what feels good means letting go of what you know is right, and letting someone in, means abandoning the walls you've spent a lifetime building. Of course, the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don't see coming, when we don't have time to come up with a strategy to pick a side or to measure the potential loss. When that happens, when the battle chooses us and not the other way around, that's when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear.
F: So you and Derek... are you together?
M: Uhhh... Derek and I are, um, just friends. He's married and I am knitting a sweater. And, um, well, I guess I'm rambling which I tend to do a lot lately and I just wish that someone would just tell me to shut... My point is uh ... we're, um... he's married and I'm knitting a sweater.
F: I see. So, you're single?
M: Single?
F: I ask because I was wondering if you would like to go out with me.
M: Out, with you?
F: On a date. Tonight.
M: A date? Tonight?
F: And you're repeating everything I say so you can buy yourself some time and figure out a way to let me down easy. It's okay, you know, I get it.
M: No. I... I... um... you know you're very... it's just that if I were, you would... Not dating!
M: Obviously I can't go out with him, right?
A: Do I look like a chick to you? Do I look like I care about yeast cream or tingling feelings? He's not on drugs or in jail or keeping body parts in his basement. If you wanna do 'em, do 'em.
M: Not do him. Date him. I'm not doing anybody. I'm knitting.
F: This shouldn’t take too long. We can grab some dinner right after.
M: After?
F: After she gives birth.
M: You're birthing a horse?
F: Yeah.
M: That's your errand? You're birthing a horse?
F: Yeah. I guess I could have mentioned it before but, you know, I didn't want to scare you back to your knitting. You can wait back here.
M: Back here?
F: If you want. I mean it gets a little messy.
M: No, I want to birth a horse!
F: Here's the deal. You have two options. You could, come up to my place, take off all your clothes, shower off the goo, borrow one of my shirts and I'll cook you dinner. That’s door number one. Door number two… you go home. I think you ought to take door number one, because it involves you naked in my apartment. But, you know, that's just me.
M: I should point out that there's absolutely nothing you could say that would make me go upstairs with you. I'm kind of offended that you think that I would go upstairs with you. And you should know, that I... I'm celibate, so-
F: Shut up.
M: I absolutely can not have... sex, with you.
F: If you choose door number one, I absolutely will not have sex with you.
M: You won't?
F: I promise I won't. I won't even try to kiss you.
M: Why not?
F: Meredith.
M: What?
F: Choose door number one.
• We all go through life like bulls in a china shop. A chip here, a crack there. Doing damage to ourselves, to other people. The problem is trying to control the damage we've done, or that's been done to us. Sometimes the damage catches us by surprise. Sometimes we think we can fix the damage. We're all damaged, it seems. Some of us more than others. We carry the damage with us from childhood, then as grown-ups, we give as good as we get. Ultimately, we all do damage. And then, we set about the business of fixing whatever we can.
M: I don't cook.
F: Nobody asked you to cook.
M: I know. I'm just saying... you know, I don't cook. So you don't have to cook, I don't expect you to cook for me.
F: Okay, look. You, sit there. I want you to drink this and try really hard to act like you aren't scary and damaged.
M: I'm not scary and damaged.
F: Yeah, you are.
M: No, I'm not scary or damaged.
F: Mmm hmm. Alright. Why don't you tell me about your family?
M: Okay, me not wanting to talk about my family does not make me scary or damaged.
F: Okay, tell me about the last guy you slept with.
M: If you knew me... if you knew my family.. if I told you the guys that I've slept with lately... the scary and damaged may actually be more than you can handle.
F: My mother's dead. She got cancer when I was 10 and suffered for a really long time and then she died. My father never recovered. It's kind of like he died with her, except that he's above ground and permanently placed in front of a TV with a bottle of scotch in his lap. The last woman I slept with was my wife, but she died too. It was a car crash so it was quick. She didn't suffer, which I appreciated. Don't worry, I'm thinking that my luck is beginning to change, because I met you. You like dogs, and you enjoy pony births, and have the ability to save lives. I never said I wasn't scary and damaged too.
C: Don't worry about Bambi. If Burke can forgive me for falling asleep during sex, Bambi can forgive you for crying.
M: But Burke hasn't forgiven you.
I: So what's the sex like?
M: I wouldn't know.
I: Four dates and two sleepovers and no sex?
M: Not even a kiss goodnight.
I: Aww, I'm so proud. I am like a proud mama.
M: Shut up.
M: I never should have told you about George.
D: No, it's fine. I'm glad I know about him, and the vet. You really get around.
M: What did you just say to me?
D: It's unforgivable.
M: I don't remember ever asking you to forgive me.
D: So, was the knitting a phase? Who's next? Alex? I hear he likes to sleep around too. You two have that in common.
M: You don't get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done! All the boys and all the bars and all the obvious daddy issues, who cares? I was done. You left me. You chose Addison. I'm all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don't get to call me a whore.
D: This thing with us is finished. It's over.
M: Finally.
D: Yeah, it's done.
M: It is done.
• In life we're taught that there are seven deadly sins. We all know the big ones... gluttony, pride, lust. But the thing you don't hear much about is anger. Maybe it's because we think anger is not that dangerous, that you can control it. My point is, maybe we don't give anger enough credit. Maybe it can be a lot more dangerous than we think. After all, when it comes to destructive behavior, it did make the top seven. So, what makes anger different from the six other deadly sins? It's pretty simple really. You give in to a sin like envy or pride, and you only hurt yourself. Try lust or coveting and you'll only hurt yourself and one or two others. But anger is the worst... the mother of all sins... Not only can anger drive you over the edge, when it does, you can take an awful lot of people with you.
C: [watching Preston & Derek throw darts] He's picturing my face. He is totally picturing that dart puncturing my skull. Wooo, look at that.
I: Derek... Derek is picturing you.
M: He called me a whore. He lost the right to picture me.
C: So I fall asleep during sex. So what? Ass!
M: Ass!
D: What do you want from me, Addison?
A: I want you to care. I sleep with your best friend, and you walk away. Then he comes out here from New York and rubs it in your face, and you still get a good night's sleep. What do I have to do? Oh, I know. Maybe what I should do is go out on a date with the vet, because that seems to be something that sends you into a blinding rage. Oh, but wait. That won't work either because I'm not Meredith Grey!
A: I can't compete. He's not having an affair. He's not trying to hurt me. He's just... the only people who don't know that Derek loves Meredith, are Derek and Meredith. How do I compete with that?
D: [to Izzie] A kiss is worth a thousand words.
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C: He's... he's been shot.
I: Burke's not coming.
M: Are you okay?
C: I'm fine.
I: Burke's not coming.
G: Why didn't I take the internship in San Diego? None of this would be happening if I was in San Diego.
I: Burke's not coming.
C: No, Izzie, Burke is not coming. I know you're having problems here, what with your murder charges and your unbelievebly stupid idea about stealing a heart, but Burke's kinda busy right now.
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C: I'm not involved.
I: What if this was Burke? What if you were me?
C: This is bad. This is bad and serious and against a lot of rules. It's not fun for me.
I: What if you were me?
C: Well, I wouldn't have fallen in love with a patient.
I: You fell in love with an attending.
C: Well so did Mer, so what's the point?
M: The point is we can't help who we fall in love with.
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M: Thank you... for calling me about Izzie.
G: I didn't do you any favors.
M: But it meant something. That you called. It meant something to me.
G: It didn't mean anything.
M: Right, okay. Sorry-
G: Stop saying you're sorry! (...) You wanna know something? I knew. I knew you didn't feel that way about me, even during... when we were in bed I knew. I knew and I still let it happen, because, um... well, I figured one night with you was better than never. So, will you just stop saying that you're sorry? 'Cause you didn't know any better, but I did. And I still let it happen. I'm sorry. (...) I'm sorry, Meredith.
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C: Hey! We stick together, we all did this. Nobody's a victim. We stick together. Dammit!
I: Thank you.
C: You're welcome.
R: People! I know who did this, so you might as well come clean. I know!
G: With all due respect, sir, if you knew you wouldn't be asking us.
I: I did it.
M: You have your suspicions, but you don't actually know.
C: Not for sure.
G: And you can't do anything to any of us without proof, sir.
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I: I cut the LVAT wire.
M: Actually, I cut the LVAT wire.
G: No, I did. I'm the one who cut the wire.
C: (...) Fine, I cut the LVAT wire.
A: I didn't do anything, I'm totally innocent.
I: He said marry me, right? He did? That really happened?
G: Really happened.
M: It really did.
I: Denny, um... I'm giving you an out.
D: Excuse me?
I: Well, I'm giving you an out. You thought you were dying and I was saving your life and well, you know, it was so... We can't get married. I mean that would be insane. We should date, and have sex. Plenty of sex. You know when your heart gets better and you're out of the hospital, all the sex you can handle. But marriage is... well, marriage.
D: It's my turn now.
I: But I need to-
D: No, no. We're taking turns. I've decided. It's polite and it keeps me from yelling. When it's your turn again, you can talk. For five years, I've had to live by the choices of my doctors. The guys that cut me open decided my life. There wasn't one choice that was mine. Now, I have this heart that beats, that works. I get to be like everybody else, I get to make my own decisions, have my own life, do whatever the damn hell I choose. Now here's the good part, so you listen close. What I choose... is you. You're who I want to wake up with and go to bed with and do everything in between with. I get a choice now. I get to choose. I choose you, Izzie Stevens. Okay, it's your turn again.
C: I didn't like teenage girls when I was a teenage girl.
M: I wore a lot of black.
C: Ooh.
M: Had the whole angry pink hair thing going on. Wouldn't have been caught dead at a prom.
C: My mother made me go. My date barfed on my dress and then tried to feel me up.
M: It’s a long story, which essentially ends with me inviting you to a prom.
F: An actual prom? Corsages and tuxedos?
M: Yeah, it's stupid, I know.
F: No, I'm in. I loved prom. I mean... I don't wanna brag or anything, but I was crowned king.
M: Really? You were that kid in high school?
F: What's wrong with being that kid?
M: Nothing, it's very cute actually.
A: Let's say you were drafted to a team that wasn’t your first pick. You know, you don't like the players. You hate the way they play the game. You even think the quarterback is full of crap. The quarterback's a pain in the ass you don't owe a damn thing to. But, it's your team. You don't quit. You don't talk to the press. You don't bitch to the coach. You just... you go out there on Sunday and you make the blocks and you take the hits and you play to win. You show up and you suit up and you play, because it's your freaking team.
C: You're right, it's not easy for me to be away from the O.R. And it's not easy for me to sit in front of you, or any other authority figure for that matter, and not be able to give you the exact answer that you want to hear. I'm the one with the answers. I've always been the one with the answers. But right now, sir, I don't have any. (...) No, you see sir, this is the point. Because I can't tell you. I can't tell you what happened in that room. And before, I could have. No guilt, no loyalties, no problem. Before, before I wouldn't have even been in that room. I wouldn't have gotten involved. I would have never frozen in surgery. I would have told him what I thought he should do. I had an edge sir. I had an edge and I've lost it, and I need it. I need it back. So, if you could just tell me, how you keep yours and how not to be affected, I know I could be a great surgeon. So if you could just give me the answers, I would really appreciate it.
R: You're excused, Dr. Yang.
C: But-
R: You're excused. Go.
C: I'll tell you, I'll tell you who cut the LVAT wires if you'll please-
R: No you won't, I don't wanna know. Not from you. Yeah, I have the answers, but I can't tell them to you. I'm not going to be responsible for you becoming less human.
G: Aren't you gonna say anything or ... I'm not gonna break... I'm starting to get a little freaked out, but I'm not gonna break. It's not because I don't care, because I do care what you think about me, I do. Care. I just can't tell you want you wanna hear. Which seems to be a theme in my life right now. Just because you can't say something doesn't mean you don't want to. You can want to very much. You can be with a person and be happy with them and not love them. And you can love somebody and not want to be with them. You don't need to love someone to want them. Now that's frustrating, when what your brain tells you, you want and what you actually want, don't match up. It's exhausting. And, well, its complicated. But that's life. And life... sucks.
I: I'm a pretty girl.
R: What?
I: I'm not being arrogant, it's just, it's just kind of a fact. For a long time I made a career from my looks, so I get it, I'm a pretty girl. And not in a 'from a certain angle' way, in an obvious way. It’s the blonde thing and the big boobs thing. Big boobs are a key to 'obvious pretty' if you know what I'm saying.
R: Dr. Stevens-
I: It's how men see me. I'm not a smart girl or an interesting girl, I'm a pretty girl. The blonde and the boobs, it confuses guys into thinking I'm someone else. And I'm used to it. And I'm used to them walking away when they realize… But then Denny goes and asks me to marry him.
R: Is that why you cut the wires?
I: He doesn't make me feel like I'm a pretty girl. He makes me feel like… like me. I think he might know me. And so, if I did cut the LVAT wire, and I'm not saying that I did, but if I did, then no. I don't feel guilty. I know that I should. I would if it were anybody else's. But I can't feel anything but happy.
R: I've known you for a long time. I know your mother and father. And I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you did not cut those LVAT wires. Meredith, I need you to tell me who did it.
M: I've been going over this and over this in my mind trying to piece this together. It was you. You're the reason my parents broke up. And it wasn't just an affair, she really loved you. It wasn't just this cheap thing where she didn’t tell you she was married. It wasn't all a lie. She left her husband for you. But you stayed with your wife, because it was the right thing to do. Maybe safe, but she was the right person for you to be with. Let's face it, my mother? Nothing wrong with being safe, being with the good guy because he's good and we are talking about forever here. You've never regretted your decision. You've never looked back... right?
F: Liz... Liz was my wife. When she died... you do this thing where you stop making plans. Because you had plans but then there was a car crash and your plans disappeared so you just... I just try to get from sunup to sundown. That’s as far into the future as I can handle. I've been fine with that, I have, but right now, looking at you... damn, I have all kinds of plans. Don't freak out.
M: I'm not.
F: You're not?
M: No. You have plans.
F: I have plans.
D: Meredith.
M: Leave me alone.
D: Meredith-
M: Just leave me alone!
D: I just want to make sure you're alright.
M: No! I'm not alright? Okay? Are you satisfied? I'm not alright. Because you have a wife, and you call me a whore, and our dog died, and now you're looking at me again. Stop looking at me.
D: I'm not looking at you. I am not looking at you.
M: You are looking at me. And you watch me. And Finn has plans. I like Finn. He's perfect for me, and I'm really trying here to be happy, and I feel like I can't breathe. I can't breathe with you looking at me like that, so just stop!
D: You think I want to look at you? That I wouldn't rather be looking at my wife? I'm married. I have responsibilities. She doesn't drive me crazy. She doesn't make it impossible for me to feel normal. She doesn't make me sick to my stomach thinking about my veterinarian touching her with his hands. Man, I would give anything to not be looking at you!
D: What does this mean?
M: Uh, I had panties on. Black ones. Do you see them?
D: What does this mean?
M: Fix your tie.
D: Meredith, what does this mean!?
I: Can you please... please, just get out? I want to be alone with Denny.
A: Izzie, that’s not Denny.
I: Shut up.
A: Izz, its not Denny. The minute his heart stopped beating, he stopped being Denny. I know you love him... but he also loved you. And a guy that loves you like that, he doesn't want you to do this to yourself. Because its not Denny. Not any more.
I: An hour ago he was proposing. And now… and now he's going to the morgue. Isn't that ridiculous? Isn't it the most ridiculous piece of crap you've ever... =(
I: I changed my dress three times. I wanted to look nice. I would have been here sooner. But I couldn't figure out which dress to wear.
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