I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you. I want to build us a house. I want to settle down and grow old with you. I want to die when I'm 110 years old, in your arms. I don't want 48 uninterrupted hours. I want a lifetime. Mmm. Do you see what happens? I say things like that and you fight the urge to run in the opposite direction. It's okay, I understand. I didn't, but now I do, I do. You're just getting started and I've been doing this for a long time now. Deep down, you're still an intern, and you're not ready.
Cristina: I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don't bother sucking up. I already hate you, that's not gonna change. Izzie: Traumas protocol, phone lists, pagers. The nurses will page you, you answer every page at a run. A RUN! That's rule number two... You're supposed to follow me! Alex: The first shift starts now and lasts 36 hours. You're grunts, nobodies, the bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs, write orders, work every second night until you drop. And you don't complain. Meredith: On call rooms. Sleep when you can, where you can. You know, but not with anybody. Not attendings, especially not attendings. Sleeping with attendings, not a good idea. Where was I? George: Er, rule number three. If you're sleeping, do not wake you unless the patient is actually dying. Cristina: The dying patient better not be dead when I get there, because not only will you have killed someone, you will have woken me for no good reason. Are we clear? Yes? Lexie: That was four rules. You said five. Cristina: Rule number five. When I move, you move... Go!