Callie Torres Quotes
Callie: Is everything okay? Cristina? OWEN!
Owen: .... what... what... what....
Richard: What the hell is this? Oh this is not ok, I have a hospital to run. And Derek, what the hells the matter with you man? We've all been there.
Callie: We said that.
Richard: We've all had tough losses.
Owen: He knows that.
Richard: We show up the next day, and we try and save the next life.
Callie: Yeah we covered that too.
Richard: Ok, what about this? Nothing we do can stop death. We can hold it at bay every now and then, but everyone dies. And that's not on us.
Derek: I took a pregnant woman in for a simple surgery, and I botched it. That is on me. I should feel badly about that. And you, you should feel badly that while I was out here, you sent Meredith out here expecting a ring. Why would you do that? Why in gods name, would you do that?
Richard: I was trying to help. She didn't wanna come. She wanted to leave you out here alone, I was trying to help Derek.
Derek: You were trying to help yourself. Not me. Yourself! I hit the ring in the woods. In the woods. You destroyed me.
Derek: How do you live with it? Killing him. Taking him from his wife. How do you live with it?
Callie: We call it malpractice when we make a mistake.
Derek: Yeah. I know what we call it. I'm asking you, when you get up in the morning, how do you look at yourself in the mirror? I'm no... I'm... I'm asking.
Callie: Can I have one of those?
Look, I'm sorry about your patient. I know how hard it can be. I, I had a patient a couple of years ago, a young guy, 50 maybe. Simple knee replacement. He was post op, he was fine. I even told his wife she could go and get him lunch. I mean, it was a simple knee replacement, it was nothing. But, ah, he'd been getting short of breath so I'd put him on blood thinners for a post surgical PE. And, ah, It wasn't until he was vomiting up dark red blood, looking me in the eye, telling me that he was dying... that I figured it out. That I was wrong. That it wasn't a PE, he was bleeding internally. It wouldn't have been fatal, but the blood thinners. God, I will never forget the look on his wife's face. When she came back with that sandwich in her hand, asking me why her husband wasn't in his room anymore.
Callie: It's a little early in the day for that don't you think?
Derek: You sound like my mother.
Callie: I met your mother, I liked her.
Derek: Who sent you? Richard?
Callie: Uh, Bailey.
Derek: Of course.
Callie: Hey who moved my surgery? Chief? Chief..?
Miranda: Don't, just don't. He's a wreck. He's decintergrating before our very eyes. That's why men die earlier than women.
Callie: Mmmm, the boards a mess.
Miranda: He can't lose Shepherd. I mean, I'd go talk some sense into him but, I've got too much on my plate.
Callie: Have you tried calling him?
Miranda: About a hundred times.
Callie: No.... No... Oh you, you want me to go to the woods? No. Ah, I don't do woods. The woods are dirty, and there are many many bugs. What am I gonna say to the guy? I barely know him.
Miranda: You don't have to know him, you're both surgeons. You've been through the same war. Look, just remind him that we've all been there, we all came back.
Callie: You're kind of a bully, you know that?
Miranda: Wouldn't do it if it didn't work so well.
Mark: Have you heard of a... Doctor Nelson in Neuro?
Callie: Oh yeah. Haha, shadow Shepherd.
Mark: Shadow Shepherd?
Callie: Yeah, he's a solid surgeon, but sort of the JV player to Shepherd's Varsity. The B team to Shepherd's A. The brick layer to Shepherd's architect.
Mark: I get it! Just 'cause a guy doesn't publish fancy clinical trials, or takes on flashy surgeries, or has creepy perfect hair, he's less of a man?
Callie: You realize that as your doctor I'm not recommending this right?
Mark: I need to get through my surgeries today.
Callie: Oh you're gonna get through them. You're just gonna be in a world of hurt later.
Mark: What are you doing?
Callie: I went all... say anything on the peades surgeon, in front of the peds surgeons date. So now I am hiding from the peades surgeon.
Mark: Hm, mature.
Callie: Um, you got in a fist fight. No judging!
Callie: It's still swollen. I'd give it another day of rest.
Mark: I haven't operated in 3 days!
Callie: Don't hit people with your scalpel hand. Have you talked to him yet?
Mark: He threw the first punch.
Callie: You did catch him at a bad time.
Mark: So he lost a patient. Boo hoo! We're surgeons. We're men. We lose patients. It doesn't give him the right to go around behaving like a drunk frat boy. Now I'm supposed to go crawling back begging for his forgiveness?
Addison: Okay. I need to be distracted. Someone talk about something other than what's going on with my brother right now.
Callie: Er, Mark is good at talking about himself.
Callie (praying in chapel): Dear God, I need your guidance. I kissed a peds surgeon.
Addison: You kissed a peds surgeon?
Callie (still praying): I never thought I'd end up with a woman, God, I mean not until lately, but that's not the problem. The problem is the ped thing. She's perky and has butterflies on her scrub cap, but she's also hot. Really hot. So, help me get over the butterflies. Amen.