I can't ...It's just ... He doesn't know, who he loves and if it...
Cristina: I can't ...It's just ... He doesn't know, who he loves and if it's not me then .... I don't want to talk about it. Let's talk about something else.
Meredith: Ok. You realize you're about to be a godmother.
Cristina: I'm godmother? What do I have to do? Talk god to the fierce? 'Cause I'm not gonna do that.
Meredith: Do you wanna talk about it?
Meredith: Owen I mean.
Cristina: I know what you mean. I don't want to
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Meredith: [narrating] For most people, the hospital is a scary place. A hostile place. A place where bad things happen. Most people would prefer church, or school, or home, but I grew up here. While my mom was on rounds, I learned to read in the OR gallery, I played in the morgue, I coloured with crayons on old ER charts. Hospital was my church, my school, my home; hospital was my safe place, my sanctuary. I love it here. Correction: loved it here.
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