Lexie: So, I'm gonna be fired. I've done a lot of really dumb things today. Including, pulling your medical files.
Meredith: Lexie.
Lexie: Just, listen. I didn't wanna do this. I didn't wanna have to come to you for anything. Ever. So I thought if I looked up your blood type, and it was the wrong one, then that would be it. Then I could just stop thinking about it. But I can't. Because you have his blood. And I know that he's not your dad. I know that he was never there for you. And, I would never ask you to give him anything. He doesn't deserve a thing from you. He doesn't. But he's... he's gonna die Meredith. And, so I'm asking you to give something to me. I'm asking ... I am asking you to give me my dad. Because, as crappy as he was to you, he was wonderful to me. He never missed a single dance recital. He was there at my fifth grade graduation. What is that? It's not even real. I know he's not your dad. I, I know that. But somehow, you have his blood, and I don't. So I'm asking you, give me my dad.