You should wear your hair up more. Shows off the back of your neck. I like the back of your neck.

Owen (to Cristina)

Callie: You're an idiot. What is your problem?
Mark: He is proposing to her. That makes Little Her, his little sister. And I can't sleep with any more sisters. And she's young. And I'm her boss.
Callie: And I'm celibate.

Lexie: You're the only one who knows about us and I'm terrible at keeping secrets. Keeping secrets makes me sick.
Callie: Look. Alone people don't like to hear about the together people. Okay. Even if the alone people are alone by choice. It's just sort of mean. It's sort of like bringing a 6-pack to an AA meeting.

Lexie (talking about Mark): He's fun and he's funny. Even with no sex we just laugh and we talk.
Callie: Yeah. I don't want to hear this.

Callie (to Owen): Can you do it?
Mark: Him? No. He's a meatballer.
Callie: He is meticulous and he will keep his mouth shut.
Owen: I've done operations like this before. It's not that complicated.
Mark: Guys run into this problem on the battlefield, do they?
Owen: I don't think you and I should talk about how guys run into this.

Mark: Pain and agony for a little bit of pleasure? I get it.
Callie: If it's that bad, why don't you stop sl- ... doing what you're doing.
Mark: Because it doesn't feel bad when I'm ... doing it. It's good. It's great. And maybe if you weren't so scared of getting burned, you'd feel the same.

Mark: I'm telling you, these interns are out of control.
Callie: Stalkers.
Mark: Sexed-up stalkers.

Mark: We're going to need a strategy. Their hot little eyes tracking our every move.
Callie: Okay. No casual glances over the shoulder. No "this is interesting, come and have a see."

Mark: We did good work today.
Callie: If we stay strong...
Mark: Don't get drunk...
Callie: Keep staring at Joe, we'll be fine.

Mark: Did she, uh, she say goodbye to you?
Callie: No.
Mark: You okay?
Callie: Do I look okay?
Mark: You look great.
Callie: Then I'm okay.

Cristina: Wait, so are you a lesbian now?
Mark: I dunno... maybe you were a "once-bian."
Callie: Or a twice-bian. Whatever. It's over.
Cristina: Are you okay?
Mark: She's fine. Leave her alone.

Callie: We had a fight.
Cristina: Please. Meredith and I fight all the time. We still work together. It's not like Hahn was your girlfriend or something. [long pause] Oh my God. She was your girlfriend?
Callie: We hadn't figured it all out.

Grey's Anatomy Quotes

There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't 'cause I thought I'd be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It's easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don't have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.


If I did my job well, it's not because people listened to me. It's because they believed in me. Believed that I knew them well enough and believed in them enough to tell them how and when to use their brilliance.