Alex: Chicken. George: Good chicken. Meredith, Cristina: It's chicken. Izzie: I know it's chicken! I wanna know what it tastes like. Alex: Tastes like chicken. Izzie: I'm having surgery today. Bailey: Maybe, if the meds are strong. Izzie: I am maybe having surgery today, and as such I cannot taste the chicken for myself. So I really need you guys to tell me what it tastes like. I need to nail down this dinner, so I can announce it on Meredith and Derek's wedding website. Meredith: There's a website? Izzie: So, can you please be a little more articulate than just chicken?
[narrating] Remember when we were little, and we would accidentally bite a kid on the playground? Our teachers would go "Say you're sorry." And we would say it, but we wouldn't mean it. Because the stupid kid we bit, totally deserved it. But, as we get older, making amends isn't so simple. After the playground days are over, you can't just say it. You have to mean it. Of course, when you become a doctor, sorry is not a happy word. It either means you're dieing and I can't help. Or, it means this is really gonna hurt.