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"Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head"
Meredith: [voiceover] To be a good surgeon you have to think like a surgeon. Emotions are messy. Tuck them neatly away and step into a clean sterile room where the procedure is simple. Cut, suture, and close. But sometimes you’re faced with a cut that won’t heal. A cut that rips its stitches wide open.
Meredith: Lets play a game of whose life sucks the most. I'll win. I always win.
Cristina: You don't want to play with me.
Meredith: Oh, I do. I'll even go first. Derek is married. [George spits out his beer]
Cristina: George. Beer is dripping from your nostrils.
Meredith: Told you I'd win.
Cristina: No, you don't.
Meredith: I said Derek is married, as in pig-headed adulterous liar married.
Cristina: I'm pregnant. I win. [Joe, the bartender, collapses] Okay, maybe Joe wins.
Meredith: You're sleeping with someone?
George: What? Who?
Cristina: Why is that such a shock? Even George managed to get some action.
George: Uh, Correction! George got some syph.
Alex: [about George] The dude punches like my sister.
Izzie: Oh, so by your definition, you got beat up by a girl.
George: You look nice.
Meredith: I wore my new lip gloss because my ex-boyfriend's wife looks like Isabella freakin' Rossellini and I'm like... me. I'm trying to outdo her when she's the victim here, how crazy is that?
George: Not crazy, you know... smart. Lip gloss prevents chapped lips. You... was that ex-boyfriend?
Meredith: I am an evil mistress.
George: But still... you look nice.
Alex: Surgery is the only specialty where we don't waste time getting to know the patients. They're slabs of meat, we're butchers.
Izzie: They're human beings. You do know what a human being is, don't you evil spawn?
George: You know Joe?
Bailey: Oh, yeah. I was the only female intern my year. I didn't know anybody and nobody knew me. Except Joe. He knew me.
George: Oh. So you and Joe?
Bailey: All you people ever think about is how to get into somebody's pants. You're nasty. [Slaps George] That's why you got syphilis.
Cristina: You know what happens to pregnant interns. I'm not switching to vagina squad or spending my life popping zits. I'm too talented, surgery's my life.
Derek: So I go upstairs, as I'm walking down the hall I try to prepare myself for what I'm going to see when I walk into my bedroom. I step on a man's jacket that doesn't belong to me. And everything I know... just shifts. Because the jacket that doesn't belong to me is a jacket that I recognize, what I know now is that when I go into my bedroom, I'm not just going to see that my wife is cheating on me. I'm going to see that my wife is cheating on me with Mark, who happened to be my best friend... I walked out, flew out to Seattle.
Meredith: And then you met me.
Derek: And then I met you.
Meredith: What was I to you? The girl you screwed to get over being screwed?
Derek: You were like coming up for fresh air. It's like I was drowning and you saved me. That's all I know.
Meredith: It's not enough.
Cristina: The clinic has a policy. They wouldn't let me confirm my appointment unless I designated an emergency contact person. Someone to be there is case and....to know help me home after. Anyway I put your name down, that's why I told you I'm pregnant. You're my person.
Meredith: I am?
Cristina: Yeah, you are. Whatever.
Meredith: Whatever.
Cristina: He dumped me. [Meredith hugs Cristina] You realize this constitutes hugging?
Meredith: Shut up, I'm your person.
Meredith: [voiceover] They say that practice makes perfect. Theory is - the more you think like a surgeon, the more you become like one, the better you get at remaining neutral, clinical, cut, suture, close - the harder it becomes to turn it off. To stop thinking like a surgeon, and remember what it means to think like a human being.
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