Miranda: So, how was the view?
William: I have been a proud father. Your whole life, I have been a proud father. Your mother and I sat in the front row of every dance class, every oboe recital, and we cheered. We sat in the front row of every graduation, I was always the first one on my feet, and the loudest one in the crowd. I have been a proud father. And today, Miranda, I sat in the gallery, and I watched you repair some fat man's hernia. And for the first time in my life, I felt ashamed of you. This is what you do on Christmas? For this you traded your husband? For this, you traded your child's family? So you can work all day, and go home alone, on Christmas, to an empty house, without even a tree. I have been a proud father, Miranda, but I would be a bad father today if I didn't look you in the eye and tell you that you have made a terrible mistake. You broke your family, you set your son up to fail. And the child that I raised, she was raised better than that.

That is not the kind of life I want to model for my child. That is not what I want him to believe married love is. And I know what's possible, I know what's out there for me because you taught me well. You and mom showed me what true love looks like, so I chose not to settle, and I'm happier for it. Even if I'm alone at Christmas. My child is healthy, and I'm happy. --You know, part of my happiness is the fact that I got to repair a woman's bowel and save her life today. And that's God's work, which makes this an appropriate Christmas dinner conversation. --I'm happy, and my child is healthy, and that's enough for me today, Dad. That's enough.

Miranda

Teddy: How did Kelsey do?
Christina: Er, well.
Derek: Who's Kelsey?
Miranda: Er, girl with no heart. I had to do a laparoscopic bowel repair while the poor thing was awake on the table.
William: Mirada, mind your manners. Even if surgery is your whole life it doesn't mean you have to talk about bowels at the dinner table.
Miranda: My child is healthy.
William: Excuse me?

Cristina: I'm insensitive sometimes. Uhm, but I'm not oblivious. And I don't want you to be with me because you feel like you owe me something. Because you two went through war- (Owen kisses her)
Owen: I'm with you. I'm with you because I want to be- I'm with you because I love you.
Cristina: Are you sure? (they kiss again)

Teddy: What is wrong with you?
Owen: You.
Teddy: Me?
Owen: Yeah you. You come over here...why did you tell me this now?!
Teddy: Why do you even care?
Owen: You didn't say a thing. All those times, all those years. So why now?
Teddy: I don't know.
Owen: You don't know?!
Teddy: I don't know, I don't-what does it matter to you, you never felt the same way-
Owen: Of course I did! Of course I did, I had all those feelings for you Teddy for years, but you never gave me anything.
Teddy: You were engaged, you were engaged, you were engaged you idiot! (spoken at the same time as below line)
Owen: You never gave for years! You never gave me one damn hint!
Teddy: You idiot. I have loved you...forever. I have loved you when I was coupled up. I have loved you when I was single. I have loved you every second of every day...
Owen: Teddy...
Teddy: I love you. I'm in love with you.
Owen: I'm in love with Cristina.

[narrating] Everyday we get to give the gift of life, it can be painful, it can be terrifying, but in the end it's worth it. Every time. We all have the opportunity to give. Maybe the gifts are not as dramatic as what happens in the operating room, maybe the gift is to try and make a simple apology, maybe it's to understand another person's point of view, maybe it's to hold a secret for a friend. The joy supposedly is in the giving, so when the joy is gone, when the giving starts to feel more like a burden, that's when you stop. But if you're like most people I know, you give till it hurts, and then you give some more.

Meredith

[narrating] The best gift I ever got was for Christmas when I was ten - my very first suture kit. I used it until my fingers bled, and then I tried to use it to stitch up my fingers. It put me on the path to becoming a surgeon. My point is sometimes the best gifts come in really surprising packages.

Meredith

Cristina: Private lessons with the Chief. Man, those daddy issues are working for you.
Meredith: I don't have daddy issues. He's teaching me.
Karev: You're his bitch.
Meredith: Well, in that case you're Teddy's bitch.
Karev: Maybe that's my problem - I'm nobody's bitch.
Cristina: You're Izzie's bitch.
Karev: YOU'RE a bitch.

Derek: I'll write a check. How much?
Arizona: I'll split it with you.
Mark: I have a teenager - what if she wants to go to college?
Arizona: Have you met her?
Mark: Fine, I'm in.

Meredith: Were you drinking when I was a kid? When you left me with my mother and got another family and never looked back?
Thatcher: No. I didn't start drinking until much later.
Meredith: Well then, we can't blame the world's evils on alcohol, can we?

[narrating] Doctors live in a world of constant progress and forward motion. Stand still for a second, and you'll be left behind. But as hard as we try to move forward, as tempting as it is to never look back, the past always comes back to bite us in the ass. And as history shows us again and again, those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.

Meredith

Izzie: He needs a spinal tap. His falling could have burst an anyerism and some bleeds show up on a spinal tap that don't on the CT.
Charles: And some doctors enjoy torturing patients because they messed up and don't know what they're gonna do with the rest of their lives.
Izzie: You are the one that got me fired. You owe me this, you little bitch. Unless of course you want me to find that snotty Reed, what's her name? Tell her how much you love her. Cause I will.

Grey's Anatomy Season 6 Quotes

In medical school, we have a hundred lessons that teach us how to fight off death, and not one lesson on how to go on living.

Meredith (narrating)

According to Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, when we're dying or have suffered a catastrophic loss, we all move through five distinct stages of grief. We go into denial because the loss is so unthinkable we can't imagine it's true. We become angry with everyone, angry with survivors, angry with ourselves. Then we bargain. We beg. We plead. We offer everything we have, we offer our souls in exchange for just one more day. When the bargaining has failed and the anger is too hard to maintain, we fall into depression, despair, until finally we have to accept that we've done everything we can. We let go. We let go and move into acceptance.

Meredith (narrating)