It's not the chase. What? You and me. It is not the thrill ...
DEREK: "It's not the chase."
DEREK: "You and me. It is not the thrill of the chase. It's not a game. It's... it's your tiny ineffectual fists. And your hair."
MEREDITH: "My hair?"
DEREK: "It smells nice. And you're very, very bossy. It keeps me in line."
MEREDITH: "I'm still not going out with you."
DEREK: [smiles] "You say that now."