I didn't think you wanted to wear a wedding dress? I don't! Ho...
Derek: I didn't think you wanted to wear a wedding dress?
Meredith: I don't! How does he even know we're engaged?
Derek: Richard's my friend. He's not the one that ordered the dress. If you don't wanna wear a wedding dress, talk to Izzie.
Meredith: Oh yeah! As the chemo drips into her cancery arm. And she looks at me with those cancery eyes. Those cancery wedding loving eyes!
Derek: Be strong.
Meredith: We will have brides maids in pink taffeta! And you will be wearing a top hat and a morning coat! And somebody will be singing wind beneath my fricking wings!
Derek: You want me to talk to her?
Meredith: Does it bother you that I don't wanna wear it? Because I... I could.
Derek: I don't want you to wear it. You're not a ring bride.
(Mer looks at him)
Meredith: I'm not really a church wedding bride, or a poofy white dress bride either.
Derek: We'll get naked, and get married in a field with flowers.
(MerDer giggle together)
Meredith: I'm not a naked bride!
Derek: What about scrubs? We could get married in scrubs.
Meredith: Oooh, now there's a wedding I could get into.
Derek: We gotta go.
Meredith: Oh... So I told Izzie she could help out with the wedding. It helps keep her mind off of everything, and I'll tell her about the scrubs and the no church. I guess we have a theme. Simplicity.
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[narrating] Defeat isn't an option. Not for surgeons. We don't back away from the table till the last breaths long gone. Terminal's a challenge. Life threatening's what gets us out of bed in the morning. We're not easily intimidated. We don't flinch, we don't back down, and we certainly don't surrender. Not at work anyway.Meredith
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