Grey's Anatomy
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Izzie: Look at you, with your stethoscope around your neck. Charting. I can totally see you in 10 years. A little salt and pepper in your hair, a big shot attending. You're gonna be a rock star Alex.
Alex: What is this?
Izzie: What? I can't fantasize about my boyfriend and his bright, bright future?
Alex: Shut up.
Lexie: HI!
Mark: HAND!
Lexie: Hand! Oh god! I'm sorry! I forgot. I'm so sorry. I feel terrible, about everything. About the fight, and your hand, and Derek. You know he's not doing so well, I really think that you should talk to him.
Mark: I should talk to him?
Lexie: Mhmm.
Mark: What are you doing?
Callie: I went all... say anything on the peades surgeon, in front of the peds surgeons date. So now I am hiding from the peades surgeon.
Mark: Hm, mature.
Callie: Um, you got in a fist fight. No judging!
Callie: It's still swollen. I'd give it another day of rest.
Mark: I haven't operated in 3 days!
Callie: Don't hit people with your scalpel hand. Have you talked to him yet?
Mark: He threw the first punch.
Callie: You did catch him at a bad time.
Mark: So he lost a patient. Boo hoo! We're surgeons. We're men. We lose patients. It doesn't give him the right to go around behaving like a drunk frat boy. Now I'm supposed to go crawling back begging for his forgiveness?
Meredith: There you are. What happened to you?
Cristina: I tripped and fell. It's fine.
Owen: No, it's not!
Cristina: It's nothing. It was an accident. What's wrong with you?
Meredith: Ah, Derek won't get off the couch.
Cristina: SO the weaker sex!
I dreamt once that I was falling out a window, hanging onto the drapes. I woke up, pulling Meredith's hair out. HAH!
Cristina
Meredith: Hey, so you're eating. That's good. Appetite is good. You know what else is good? Showering. Cleansing. Water. Are you thinking you'll shower? Maybe go into the hospital?
Derek: I have to for the deposition. I have to go and explain in detail how I killed a man's pregnant wife.
Meredith: That's good. I mean, not the killing part, but the... I... I think you'll feel better once you... go to... work.
(Derek walks over and shoves the cereal box into Alex's hands, and storms off)
Meredith: He'll be fine.
Alex: Dude, he is fried.
Meredith: He is not fried. He lost a patient, and got hit with a law suit all in one week. He just needs time.
Alex: He's been sitting there for 3 days. The sofa cushions are gonna start bonding to his ass, and he's eating all my cereal.
Izzie: He's taking stock. Something huge and life altering happened to him and he's taking stock. Figuring out his next move. We shouldn't judge him, we shouldn't rush him.
Alex: Whatever. Sylvia Plath's picking out all the marshmallows. Their the best part!
Lexie: And I'm pretty sure he's sitting on my keys. I'd ask him to move, but he looks so comfy.
Meredith: You guys are cowards!
[narrating] Every surgeon I know, has a shadow. A dark cloud of fear and doubt, that follows even the best of us into the OR. We pretend the shadow isn't there. Hoping that if we save more lives, master harder techniques, run faster and farther, it'll get tired and give up the chase. But, like they say, you can't outrun your shadow.
Meredith
I am Dr. Bailey! I am better than fine.
Miranda
Alex: Admit it. Her being around your guy bugs.
Meredith: Okay. It bugs a little.
Patients see us as gods or they see us as monsters. But the fact is, we're just people. We screw up, we lose our way. Even the best of us, have our off days. Still we move forward. We don't rest on all the rules or celebrate the lives we've saved in the past. Because there's always some other patient that needs our help. So we force ourselves to keep trying, to keep learning. In the hope that, maybe someday we'll just come a little bit closer to the gods our patients need us to be.
Meredith (narrating)
