Why can't you look at me? What? You can't look at me. You ha...
Meredith: Why can't you look at me?
Meredith: You can't look at me. You haven't been able to look at me. All. Day.
Richard: I think you're imagining things.
Meredith: Oh. I don't think I am. But, hey, if you say so.
Richard: I do. I say so. So instead of worrying about whether or not I'm looking at you, maybe you should concentrate about saving a 10-year-old girl we're about to eviscerate.