Not many people have Miranda Bailey in their corner, but this one does. So today, I am Ed McMahon with a big ole check.


Alex: C'mon it's freaking fall already.
Meredith: It's global warming already.

Pride. It can literally kill you.


Rex: You don't have the authority.
Stein: Yes, she does. Ms. Lance speaks for all of us. I have watched her become the beating heart and steady hand of this team. She is the proper person to lead us. If she says that we are going to rescue our people, that is what we are going to do.

Ray: Well, I gotta admit, watching your team work like a well-oiled machine kinda makes me feel like I'm doing this whole hero thing all wrong.
Vixen: If it's any consolation, Dr. Palmer, you're not really a hero.

General: You did not salute ze Furher.
Ray: Oh, sure I did! I'm all about saluting the Furher.
General: You're lying. I was watching you ze entire time.
Ray: Oh, you know? I have a little crick in my neck, and it's really hard for me to straighten my arm.
General: Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler!
Ray: Hei...[cough] Hei...[cough] Hei...[cough] Oh hell. [Punch!]

Stein: With all due respect, Raymond, I think there's a reason Mr. Tyler just naturally assumed I was in charge.
Jax: Yeah, because Mr. Tyler is from 1942, and you're some old white dude.

Nate: My dad used to tell me bedtime stories about you. You're a hero to me.
Commander Steel: I'm a hero to a lot of people. That's the job.

Stein: I'm perfectly capable of defending myself, Raymond.
Sara: I'm pretty sure that you got knocked out by a teenager in a star-spangled leotard.

If Samson is building an army, then I'm going to need mine.


Suit Up! Oh, is that just your thing?


Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.