Callie: Take off your pants.
Erica: Excuse me?
Callie: Take off your pants. We're trying this again.
Meredith: [narrating] The thing
about choosing teams in real life, it's nothing like it used to be in
gym class. Being first picked can be terrifying. And being chosen last
isn't the worst thing in the world. So we watch from the sidelines
clinging to our isolation. Because we know as soon as we let go of the
bench ... someone comes along and changes the game completely.
Joe: Holy crap what the hell is
that thing?
Cristina: Oh that is a kidney in a jar, that's not fair, how did you
get that?
Derek: Being an incredibly important fancy neurosurgeon has it's perks.
Meredith: Thank you.
Derek: I couldn't have done it without you. One surgery, one patient, I
couldn't have done any of it without you. Thanks.
Meredith: So Derek said I was a
baby
Cristina: What?
Meredith: And that I had a lot to learn.
Cristina: Uh, whatever.
Meredith: I mean not whatever, he's right I did drop a kidney, and
don't say it happens because it doesn't. But, I do hate it when he's
right.
Cristina: No, okay, he is not right. Stop caring so much about what he
thinks. It makes you seem desperate.
Derek: Dr. Bailey. I heard your
big surgery went well today. Congratulations.
Miranda: The same to you. It must feel good to see your name in print
like that.
Derek: It would feel better if Meredith wasn't so... you know. She's
acting silly about the credit. She's getting emotional.
Miranda: That girl worked her ass off for you and you got all the
credit.
Derek: I would have gotten all the blame had we failed.
Miranda: But you didn't fail.
Derek: It's simple, I'm an attending... she's a second-year resident.
Miranda: Who you're now living with. That's not simple, it's messy. If
it were me, I'd start with thank you. You'd be surprised how far that
one goes. Especially with us silly emotional women.
Richard: Hows she doing?
Meredith: I'm keeping a close eye on her, but so far she's completely
stable.
Richard: Come with me. [walks down the hall] This man is very ill, may
be dying. He's got a perfect healthy donor kidney that WASN'T dropped
on the floor. There's only so much we can help, and so much we can
hurt. Forgive yourself.
Derek: I'm not gonna do this with
you.
Meredith: Do what?
Derek: Have this silent fight. I'm gonna write to the editors and have
them print a correction. The Shepherd-Grey Method.
Meredith: I don't want you to give me credit because you're mad that
I'm mad. I want you to give me credit because you think I worked hard
for it and I deserve it.
Derek: You don't deserve it. You're a baby. You have the potential to
be a good surgeon. Maybe a great one. But you haven't even scratched
the surface on what you need to learn.
Meredith: It was my idea. And I hate that picture!
Izzie: Graciella charts like
crap. But she can put in a line. Claire, on the other hand, nearly
castrated a guy with a catheter
Lexie: We can hear you!
Alex: I might dump Pearson.
Izie: Oh, why does he suck?
Alex: I just hate saying the name Pearson.
Izzie: Hmm.
Meredith: If Derek needed a
kidney I wouldn't give him one. He'd take the credit. He'd say he
magically grew it himself.
Meredith: Excuse me! What is
going on?
Izzie: Trying to decide which of our interns to give to George.
Lexie: In front of us, they're deciding in front of us. Like livestock
at a state fair.
Cristina: I think I'll keep Lexipedia. She remembers many things... and
she bathes, which is much more than i can say for stinky 2 over there.
You smell.
Derek: The Chief has me doing
press all day with journalists. My face is starting to hurt from
smiling.
Meredith: I already pushed that.
Derek: It comes faster when I push it.
Meredith: Oh, it must be that Shepherd method.
Derek: Funny.
Meredith: I think I'll take the stairs.
Derek: Meredith... Are you bothered by this?
Meredith: Why would I be bothered? You can't call it the Shepherd-Grey
method, because then people would think you had help!
Erica: Is Yang on call tonight?
Callie: Um, yeah, why do you think it's so clean in here?
Calie: Can I just say, the whole taking it slow thing... best idea ever.
Erica: It really takes the pressure off.
Callie: Mmm... Yeah, we can just, you know, hang out without all of
the...
Erica: The expectations.
Callie: Why rush things?
Erica: Exactly...
[Erica and Callie kiss]
Meredith: [narrating] I am a
rock. I am an island. That's the mantra of pretty much every surgeon
I've ever met. We like to think we're independent, loners, mavericks.
That all we need to do our jobs is an OR, a scalpel, and a willing
body. But the truth is not even the best of us can do it alone. Surgery
like life is a team sport. And eventually, you've got to get off the
bench and decide... what team are you batting for?
Izzie: And I know you care about
me too and it's not too late for us.
Alex: Get outta my room.
Izzie: Admit it. I know you care about me too I know you do. I care
about you. I care about you. I care about you. I care about you. I care
about you! I- [they kiss]
Izzie: I care about you, and I'm
not gonna go crazy, and I'm not gonna try to kill myself and I'm not
gonna stop caring about you no matter how hard you push me away.
Alex: Shut up and get outta my room.
Izzie: Maybe he just cares about
his son but the moron is too emotionally stunted to let him.
Alex: See, this, this right here is your problem. You get all wrapped
up and involved and you start caring about these people! Your patient
in there? He's the moron. His son's never gonna give him what he wants
and he's just gonna be disappointed! And the sooner he gets that the
sooner you get it, and ...
Izzie: No, go on please. Be a selfish ass. Because then at least I know
what to expect. This whole 'be a nice guy one minute and a total jerk
the next' is getting really. Old. Alex. So who's it gonna be? Pick. One.
Callie: I do not quit. I do not
fail. I like to be good at things, and I wanna be good... at this.
So... I need you. I need you, to show me.
Mark: Show you?
Callie: Just because you don't publish a big clinical trial doesn't
mean you're not a genius.
Mark: Take off your pants.
Callie: I know, you're over it
and you don't want to talk about it anymore, but...
Mark: Oh for the love
of God!
Callie: What if me and Erica,
what if ... what if we're a mistake... Where are you going?
Mark: I can't talk about this.
Callie: Come on, you love talking about this stuff. Girl-on-girl! It's
hot!
Mark: Two girls getting nasty and loving it? That's hot. One girl
talking about how much it sucked? That's depressing. Wrong! Just wrong.
Callie: It was not good. At all.
I choked. I couldn't go down there. I tried, but it just felt so weird
and clinical like gynie rotation.
Lexie: [to George] Did you even
ask for me? I helped decorate your stupid locker and you don't even see
it! You don't see anything! I am such an idiot. And you are a jerk. You
didn't even ASK for me? Screw you, Dr. O'Malley.
George: Interns don't respect me.
Lexie: I would respect you if I was your intern!
Cristina: George, the interns don't respect you because they're not
scared of you. Just decimate one every few days, it's not rocket
science.
Erica: Hey, you okay?
Callie: Bailey snagged all the surgical interns and residents, so I'm
stuck with the psych interns. Not the sharpest.
Erica: You're busy. I'll be brief. I was thinking that if you're not
busy tonight, we could go to my place, order in dinner, rent a movie?
Callie: Tonight? You want to get together again tonight?
Erica: I had a lot of fun last night.
Callie: Fun!
Alex: Intern is the other white
meat.
Meredith: I don't even want the
credit, but the clinical trial was my idea. And I had to beg him to do
it. More than once.
Izzie: It's okay if you want the credit. I would want the credit.
Cristina: When you screw the attendings you get screwed. They have all
the power.
Lexie: Interns, you could screw interns. Date, you could DATE interns.
Because we're so non-threatening.
Lexie: George is filling out
paperwork, doing his real-life doctor thing, so I figured this would be
a good time to decorate his locker.
Cristina: Gimme that coffee.
Callie: Last night, Erica and I,
we, did it... sort of.
Callie: Will you shut up and
focus? I need you right now.
Mark: Well I'm a little exhausted, but if you wanna hop on and do all
the work ...
Callie: I need to TALK!
Mark: Do you think they
airbrushed this picture? The man does not have one damn pore!
Richard: 'Bout time this hospital
got some good publicity for a chance. Oh, heard you found a donor.
Miranda: Yes sir. The final piece of the puzzle has fallen into place.
Richard: This is the day Dr. Bailey. The day Seattle Grace comes back
swingin'!
Meredith: [reading] A new method
in treating malignant gliomas ... the Shepherd method.
Derek: What do you think?
Meredith: It's a picture. A big picture of you.
Derek: You're making a face.
Meredith: I'm not making a face. I love that picture... I have to go.
Derek: You know one of the joys
of cohabitation is having breakfast together.
Meredith: Well I can't today, because Bailey paged us in early!
Derek: Well I guess you don't have time to look at our work in a major
medical journal.
Miranda: It's not just one
surgery. It's 12, all at the same time.
Richard: All eyes... are on
Seattle Grace.
