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"Shake Your Groove Thing"
Meredith: [voiceover] Remember when you were a kid and your biggest worry was, like, if you'd get a bike for your birthday or if you'd get to eat cookies for breakfast? Being an adult? Totally overrated. I mean seriously, don't be fooled by all the hot shoes and the great sex and the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. Adulthood is responsibility. Responsibility, it really does suck. Really, really sucks. Adults have to be places and do things and earn a living and pay the rent. And if you're training to be a surgeon, holding a human heart in your hands, hello? Talk about responsibility. Kind of makes bikes and cookies look really, really good, doesn't it? The scariest part about responsibility? When you screw up and let it slip right through your fingers.
George: Who else did you invite?
Cristina: Izzie, we said the list was jocks only. Surgery, Trauma, Plastics. Who else?
Izzie: Just some people from Peds.
Cristina: You invited the preschoolers to Meredith’s house? The next thing you’ll say is you invited the shrinks. [Izzie looks away] She invited mental defects. This party’s DOA.
Izzie: Mr. Sturman, and how are you feeling?
Mr. Sturman: Pretty okay, except I don't think I ever want to have a bowel obstruction again.
Izzie: Really? Wow. Because we get people in here all the time requesting them.
Meredith: [voiceover] We're adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?
Meredith: [Meredith, George and Cristina are drinking and playing cards] Why did we want to be surgeons anyway?
George: Surgery is very serious business
[Cristina burps loudly. She has two cards stuck to her face]
George: Full House
Cristina: [To George] Royal flush. Get naked, Baby boy!
Meredith: Surgery is stupid. It's stupid.
Cristina: [Sings to George, as his strips] Sexy, you're so sexy. [Taking the bottle from Meredith] Give me that; you're drunk.
Meredith: I'm not driving. I'm not on call. I'm in my own house. My life is crap. And it's my party and I'll get drunk if I want to.
Hank: Is, uh, Izzie Stevens...
Cristina: You must be Hank... he's very large and hockey-like. No, Izzie's not here right now.
George: You and Izzie will give birth to very tall blonde people. Kind of like Barbies.
Hank: Izzie said she was going to be at home, she didn't say there was gonna be a party.
Meredith: Which pisses both of us off. Would you like some tequila? It helps.
Hank: When do you think she’s gonna get here?
Meredith: Don’t know. But we’re low on ice, Hank.
Hank: I’m serious.
Meredith: So am I. We’re interns, Hank. Hospital owns us. It’s what we do.
Derek: Sounds like the party's winding down. We should probably sneak inside now.
Meredith: I think we've done enough sneaking for tonight. It was good sneaking, but enough sneaking.
Derek: Yeah, I'd say we're pretty good sneakers.
Bailey: [As they are about to kiss Bailey knocks on the window] You mind moving this tail wagon? You are blocking me in.
Derek: Apparently not good enough.
Izzie: [coming home to see Meredith drunk at the party] Holy Mother of Destruction.
Meredith: You missed Doctor Palooza.
Izzie: Apparently you didn't.
Meredith: I should probably never speak to you again.
Meredith: [voiceover] Responsibility, it really does suck. Unfortunately, once you get past the age of braces and training bras, responsibility doesn't go away. It can't be avoided. Either someone makes us face it or we suffer the consequences. And still adulthood has it perks. I mean the shoes, the sex, the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. That's pretty damn good.
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