1 A Hard Day's Night 2 The First Cut is the Deepest 3 Winning a Battle, Losing the War 4 No Man's Land 5 Shake Your Groove Thing 6 If Tomorrow Never Comes 7 The Self-Destruct Button 8 Save Me 9 Who's Zoomin' Who?
thanks to
Wikiquote
Meredith: [voiceover] Ok. Anyone who says you can sleep when you die, tell them to come talk to me after a few months as an intern. Of course, it's not just the job that keeps us up all night. I mean, if life's so hard already, why do we bring more trouble down on ourselves? What's up with the need to hit the self-destruct button?
George: You get any sleep?
Izzie: She should oil the bedsprings, as a courtesy, or at least buy a padded headboard.
George: So, who's the guy?
Izzie: You think it was just one guy doing all that work?
George: Do you mind if I don't think about that?
Izzie: Aw, you jealous?
George: I'm not jealous.
Izzie: Well, I am. Least I know she'll be having a long day at work. [They see Derek leave] Well, at least we know brain surgery isn't his only skill.
Mom of seizure girl: Doctor, is he good, this Dr. Shepherd?
George: At just about everything.
George: Hey, have you seen Shepherd?
Izzie: Not as up close as Meredith has.
George: Hey, are you trying to get her in trouble? She's our friend.
Izzie: George this program will make or break our careers, some of us will make it through and some of us won't. And that decision depends entirely on recommendations from doctors like Shepherd. There is a reason we don't sleep with the attendings.
George: It's not her fault, it's Shepherd's. He's an attending, he should know better. He's taking advantage of her.
Izzie: It didn't exactly sound like anything was happening against her will last night.
George: Yang. I'm scrubbing in on a hemospherectomy with Shepherd.
Cristina: [gasp] Get out! I would kill for that.
George: We're cutting out half the girl's brain, and it's going to work. It's outrageous. Almost makes it kind of hard to hate him.
Cristina: Why do you hate him?
George: Oh, no reason.
Cristina: Oh, you know about him and Meredith?
George: You know?
Cristina: When are you gonna figure out that I know everything?
George: [To Izzie who is walking up the stairs] She knows.
Izzie: Oh, about doctorcest?
Cristina: It's been going on for, like, ever.
Izzie: Seriously?
George: And you didn't tell us?
Cristina: Oh, you're a gossip, huh?
George: I am not!
Izzie: I am!
George: He's about to go into major brain surgery on no sleep? That's not very responsible.
Cristina: Jealous? Sex all night isn't about being responsible.
Izzie: No, it's about sex all night. I can't believe you're not pissed off about this, you of all people.
Cristina: Well, she works hard all day. She's good at her job, why should you care how she unwinds? I mean you like to bake all night, others like to drink, others like an occasional screaming orgasm.
Alex: [Walking up] Yeah we do.
Meredith: You don't know this yet, but life isn’t supposed to be like this. It’s not supposed to be this hard.
Meredith: Thought you’d be asleep by now.
Izzie: Yeah, well ... I’m not. [pause] If you wait a few minutes, you can have a piece of cake. Baked it chock full of love. Actually, chock full of unrelenting, all-consuming rage and hostility, but — still tasty.
Meredith: So you know?
Izzie: I know.
Meredith: Well, do you want the long, sordid version, or do you want the short version where I started sleeping with a guy who turned out to be my boss?
Izzie: Neither.
Meredith: Izzie, cut me some slack here.
Izzie: No! You went to Dartmouth. Your mother is Ellis Grey. You grew up — look at this house! You know, you walk into the OR, and there isn’t anyone who doubts that you should be there. I grew up in a trailer park. I went to state school. I put myself through med school by posing in my underwear. You know, I walk into the OR, and everyone hopes I’m the nurse. You-you have their respect without even trying, and you’re throwing it away for ... what? A few good surgeries?
Meredith: No. It’s not about the surgeries. It’s not about getting ahead.
Izzie: Then what? A little hot sex? You’re willing to ruin your credibility over that? I mean, Meredith, what the hell are you doing? [Meredith gives Izzie a 'look'] Oh, my god. You’re falling for him.
Meredith: I am not.
Izzie: Oh, you so are.
Meredith: No, I’m not.
Izzie: So are. Damn it. You poor girl.
Meredith: You know, it’s just that he’s just so ... and I’m just ... I’m having a hard time.
Izzie: Wow, you’re all, uh ... mushy, and warm, and ... full of secret feelings.
Meredith: I hate you! And your cake!
Izzie: My cake is good. [pause] So, um, how hot is the sex?
Meredith: Izzie!
Izzie: What? Come on, I’m not getting any. Help a girl out with a few details.
Meredith: [voiceover] Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know, maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.
