How do you feel about having sex in the back of an ambulance?

Bailey

Tim: I own my mistakes and I move on.
Blair: Except you haven't. How could you when your whole image is acting honorably?

Lucy: I guess you have to let people go if they're the ones you care about?
Grey: We still talking about Tamara?
Lucy: I guess I don't know how this happened. I don't really know how to talk about it. How could he let go so easily?

Grey: You and Tim speak since the breakup?
Lucy: No. I thought you didn't care about my personal life?

Faith: You look like James Bond.
Will: The name’s Trent, Will Trent.
Faith: Stupid, real stupid.

If you kill him, I’ll defend you.

Will

Faith: Do you want to make this wedding black eye optional? Whose side are you on?
Will: Yours. Always yours.

Will: You have one dead body, 50 hostages, and you can’t even control your own team.
Dominique: So what do you think I should do?

Angie: So what do you want me to do?
Michael: I want you to stop thinking like a mentor and start thinking like a detective.

Jeremy: I saw my mom. She said she needed a pen.
Will: Did she say why? Well, I trust your mom. If she said she needs a pen in the middle of a hostage situation, I’m going to get her one.

Faith: What’s the plan?
Will: Same as always, Mitchell. Stay alive.
Faith: You too.

Get your hands off my son!

Faith