Round Table: "Name of the Game"

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This week on the Round Table, sweaters are knit, charades are played, and Meredith swears off men and booze...

At what game could Drs. Burke and Yang destroy George and Calli?

McCritic: Monopoly. George and Calli don't exactly come across as experts in the real estate game. One resides in a basement, the other may end up at in a pound
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one of these days. Conversely, Burke and Yang owned two apartments between them at one point. You can bet your top hat they flipped that investment for a tidy profit, one worth far more than a thimble of cash.

iheartizzie: In the spirit of March Madness, I'd say basketball. Dr. Burke would run circles around George and drain perimeter jumpers at will, and we know Cristina is not above playing dirty. She'd bring the flopping, jersey-tugging, trash-talking intangibles that would neutralize Calli's low-post advantage. This game of 2-on-2 would be a rout. And a riot.

Is it wrong for Izzie to help Meredith believe she can actually knit?

iheartizzie: In theory, yes. But given the sad state of Meredith's love life and her tumultuous family situation, you can't blame Izz for trying to boost her confidence. Or just shut her up.

McCritic: Gosh no. The last thing we need is for Meredith to fail at making this sweater. She has enough to whine about every week.

How long will Meredith's vow of celibacy last?

McCritic: However long it takes the vet in her life to put on his Robin costume. She's a sucker for a man in a uniform ... or scrubs ... or standing upright.

iheartizzie: Until she's good and ready. After all, this is not a young woman who makes rash, inappropriate decisions. She sticks to her guns and does what's right!

Have we seen the last of Thatcher Grey and family?

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iheartizzie: Probably not. With Molly's husband overseas, Thatcher and his wife are doing what they can to take care of their pregnant daughter. After the procedure to repair the baby's lungs, Addison will probably want Molly to remain in the hospital for more tests, or at least for observation. It stands to reason that Thatcher would visit her at least one more time.

McCritic: No way. You could tell by the pained expression in his eyes that Thatcher regretted falling out of touch with his first daughter. I thought I saw something in the crook of his lower left lip that made it apparent he'd be back in Meredith's life. Also, when George asked if he wanted Meredith to know he asked about her, Thatcher said yes.

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Grey's Anatomy Season 2 Episode 22 Quotes

DEREK: "Come on, have a drink."
MEREDITH: "I can't have a drink, I'm celibate."
JOE: "You mean sober? She means sober."
MEREDITH: "No, I mean celibate. I'm practicing celibacy. Drinking does not go well with celibacy because it makes everything and everyone seem kind of porn-y. 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."
DEREK: "You? Celibate? I don't buy it."
MEREDITH: "No more men."
ADDISON: "No more men? Really? You? I'm just asking, because we're friends."
Meredith: Every guy I meet turns out to be married.
DEREK: "Oh... ouch."
MEREDITH: "Or Mark."
ADDISON: [walks away] "Okay, I'm going to sit over there now."
MEREDITH: "Sorry. Or, remember the horrible thing I did? Remember George?"
DEREK: "You're making a sweater."
MEREDITH: "I'm making a sweater."

[narrating] "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?