MEREDITH: "Obviously I can't go out with him, right?" ALEX: "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." MEREDITH: "Not do him. Date him. I'm not doing anybody. I'm knitting."
FINN: "So you and Derek... are you together?" MEREDITH: "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." FINN: "I see. So, you're single?" MEREDITH: "Single?" FINN: "I ask because I was wondering if you would like to go out with me." MEREDITH: "Out, with you?" FINN: "On a date. Tonight." MEREDITH: "A date? Tonight?" FINN: "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." MEREDITH: "No. I... I... um... you know you're very... it's just that if I were, you would... Not dating!"