520 "Sweet Surrender" » All the Shades of Grey

Meredith: [narrating] To do our jobs we have to believe defeat is not an option. That no matter how sick our patients get, there's hope for them. But, even when our hopes give way to reality and we finally have to surrender to the truth, it just means we've lost today battle. Not tomorrows war. Here's the thing about surrender, once you do it, actually give in, you forget why you were eve fighting in the first place.

Meredith: So I guess a big wedding won't be that bad.
Lexie: I'm just sad 'cause I didn't get a chance to see you in the actual dress.
Meredith: You will.
Lexie: How? I mean, if Derek and Mark don't make up how...
Meredith: You're my sister Lexie. You're in the wedding.
Lexie: Oh my god. I'm gonna be a brides maid? Oh my god, I don't know what to say.
Meredith: Well, you should wait and see what Izzie's picked out for you to wear. Then you'll have plenty to say.
(Mark and Der walk in... together)
Derek: Do you want one?
Mark: So much. We can still catch the last half of the game.
Derek: Yeah, that's what I was thinking.
(Mer and Lexie look on dumbfounded)
Meredith: You can stop eating now.
Lexie: Oh thank god!

Izzie: (to Meredith) You make a beautiful bride.

Bailey: Is there anything else you need before I go?
Arizona: No. You wanna sit a while?
Bailey: No, I do not want to sit. I've been sitting and lying down all day.
Arizona: Dr. Bailey.
Bailey: Holding a child. If I wanted to spend the day holding a child, I would have stayed home to hold my own child. I didn't do a single medical thing today. I didn't even put a band aid on a patient. I'm... I'm just tired. I'm done.
Arizona: Are you gonna tell your husband?
Bailey: What would I tell him?
Arizona: That it's more than just cutting. Pedes is more than just cutting. And, what you did today was heroic, and you know it.
Bailey: Ok. Maybe I'll tell him that.

Mark: You know that's the first actual compliment you've ever given me?
Derek: It wasn't a compliment, it was a simple statement of fact.
Mark: See, why do you do that? Why can't you just give a person a compliment?
Derek: If you have to ask for a compliment, it's not a compliment. Are you asking for a compliment?
Mark: Yes!
Derek: Then it's not a compliment!

Derek: He has a long recovery ahead of him. He has severely damaged his facial nerves, shattered his inner ear, and lost a great deal of blood.
Patient's wife: Oh my god.
Mark: But, he'll be fine. He'll be in some pain for a while, but he'll be fine.
Patient's wife: Oh my god, thank you. Thank you both so much.
Derek: Thank Dr. Sloan. That kind of bleed, not many surgeons could have handled. He saved your husbands life. Would you like to see your husband now?
Patient's wife: Yes, thank you.

Owen: I jumped. In front of her car. And she was just driving to the bank.
Dr. Wyatt: Are you talking about Cristina?
Owen: I jumped in front of her. I knew, I knew I wasn't together. I knew no good for her, or for anyone. And I wrecked her. And that is unforgivable. I don't forgive myself for that. I can't forgive myself for that. And I feel shameful about that. That is what I fell today. Shame.
Dr. Wyatt: Good. That's a start.
Owen: How is that a start?
Dr. Wyatt: You named it. The feeling. You have to know what it is, before you can start to navigate to somewhere better.

Arizona: What happened?
Callie: He ah, gave me an ultimatum. He said if I didn't come home, he'd take away my trust fund. He'd cut me off. So, I cut him off. I mean, if he can't accept me for who I am... I cut him off.
Arizona: Are you ok?
Callie: No. I mean yeah, I... don't know.
(Callie starts to cry. Arizona hugs her)
Arizona: Oh.

Cristina: 98 over 72. That's good. That's good.
Izzie: Don't. Don't try to make me up better than I am because I'm not. I'm sick.
Cristina: You had an incredibly high dose of IL2 today, this is how you're supposed to feel.
Izzie: All I wanted to do today was flip through magazines, and call caterers, and make Mer try on dresses I knew she'd hate. I thought it would be fun or funny. I thought I could be the same person I was when I woke up this morning, but I'm not. I'm just another patient trapped inside a sick, dieing, cancer ridden body.

Mr Smitson: I called 8 organisations and they have a wait list for emergency funds. I don't know what to do. I just, I don't know.
Bailey: Mr Smitson, it's time to stop now.
Mr Smitson: Maybe if we just go to the airport they'll let us on a flight. I mean, people do things like that right? For a sick child they'll...
Bailey: Mr Smitson...
Mr Smitson: No! Please don't make me stop. Ok? Please don't make me stop! Please don't make me stop!
Bailey: I don't wanna stop either. But, Jessica is terminal Matt. In a few minutes her heart is going to stop. Now, I can... I can pump her chest, I can push all sorts of medicines, I can put her on a ventilator 'cause she'll no longer be able to breathe on her own. But, even with all of that, she's going to die. And the last person who will have had her hands her, who will have been able to touch who was gonna be me, or a nurse. Or it could be you. So, you don't wanna miss this. This next part, she needs her Daddy for this part.
Jessica: Daddy, are we going to Mexico?
Mr Smitson: Yes, we're going to Mexico. Where the sky is blue, blue. And the sand is white. The waters so clear that you can see all the way to the bottom. We're going. Just you and me. No more doctors, no more medicine, no more hospitals. Just you and me. (Jessica flatlines) We're gonna go. You just relax, we'll be there soon. (Bailey turns off the monitor) We'll play on the beach all day, and we'll make sand castles. We're going. We'll be there soon, you'll see. We're gonna have so much fun. Just you and me. Just you and me.

Derek: We should do a middle falset craniotomy approach, lets go some down burs in here.
Mark: Don't bother. I ordered them before we started. I may be irresponsible and untrustworthy out there, but I'm not in here.
Derek: I never said you were untrustworthy.
Mark: You put the berlin wall up around Lexie.
Derek: Well, Meredith asked me to. That's what people do when someone they care about asks them to do something. They do it. Which is what you should have done when I asked you to stay away from Lexie. Or Addison for that matter.
Mark: Oh, here we go. Addison. The only note he can ever play.
Derek: You know, was gonna apologize for decking you, cos I felt bad. But now, I'm just gonna play it over and over again in my head and really enjoy it. (Patients starts bleeding out) Oh Hell...
Mark: It's coming from the Therogloid plexus. Give me the ah, 4 O vicryl
Derek: The 4 O vicryl.
Mark: Give him the 4 O vicryl.
Derek: Clamp.
Mark: You know what, I'm done. I give up. If I hadn't fallen for little Grey, you would have found some other way not to respect me, you always have. To you, I'm always gonna be the charity case the Shepherds had to take in. I got the bleeder.
Derek: You got through the stitch already?
Mark: Yeah.
Derek: Hmmm.

Meredith: Ok, before you guys go in there and start cutting on this patient you need to apologize to each other. If not for the patient, for me. Or, for Lexie. Look at her! Her face is breaking out, her ass is humungous.
Lexie: It's true, I had to get the scrubs with the elastic waist band.
Meredith: If you don't apologize right now, she's not scrubbing in.
Lexie: I won't, and you can't make me! (shoves another cookie into her mouth) This should be a joyful time. Your best friends getting married, you should be the best man.
Derek: The Chief will be my best man.
Meredith: What?
Lexie: Is my ass really that...
Meredith: Lexie, would you excuse us please? (Lexie leaves) The Chief?
Derek: The best man is my choice. When are you gonna let go of the grudge you have against the chief?
Meredith: Derek, the man had an affair with my mother. Broke up my parents marriage, and basically destroyed my childhood. Meanwhile, you've been best friend with Mark for 20 years, and you're willing to throw all that away over nothing. So, don't talk to me about holding grudges. I'll get over mine, when you get over yours.

Alex: I got you the cheeseburger you ordered from Joe's. Are you sure about this?
Cristina: Are you really ok? Not feeling nauseous?
Izzie: No. I feel good, I feel fine. See.
Lexie: Hi. Oh, french fries! God, I love french fries.
Izzie: Meredith, lets go!
Meredith: (Yells from the bathroom) I feel like this dress is giving me a mammogram. It's squishing my boobs!
Izzie: Let me see it.
Meredith: I'm taking it off!
(Izzie fakes that she can't breathe)
Alex: Iz you ok?
Lexie: I think she's choking.
Cristina: Izzie? Lets hit her with oxygen. Izzie, Izzie! Speak to me, can you say something? Izzie?
(Mer walks out in the wedding dress)
Izzie: Haha, I'm not choking. I'm joking... Hahaha.
Cristina: Ok, you've gotta stop doing that. 'Cause it's not funny!
Izzie: It got Meredith out of the bathroom so I could see her dress, and its gorgeous!
Cristina: Tell her she has to stop!
Meredith: Izzie!
Izzie: It's very romantic, it's pretty right?
Lexie: Pretty... (eats another french fry)
Meredith: And I see you've invited more people to witness my humiliation.
Lexie: No, Derek and Mark still aren't speaking to each other and we're heading into a 6 hour surgery. So, unless I can slip this cheeseburger into a sterile area... I'm not gonna make it! Can you please come and talk to them?
Izzie: Fine, ok, you can go. Cristina will you help her take the dress off?
(Lexie steals the rest of Izzie's fries)
Lexie: I'll be in the scrub room.
Izzie: Lexie just ate all of my fries, can you please get me some more?
Alex: Nice. The IL2 isn't affecting you at all. (Alex leaves)
(Izzie throws up)

Callie: (rants angrily in Spanish)
Mark: (Mark grabs Callie) HEY! Stop speaking Spanish! 'Cause I have to go to surgery in a minute, and I don't speak Spanish.
Callie: My Dad is taking me home. He's talking to the Chief, and he's making me quite my job, and quit my relationship which he has yet to acknowledge even exists.
Mark: What are you 12? Tell him he's crazy.
Callie: You don't understand. There isn't anything he hasn't done for me. Ok. Nothing. He's paid for my college, he's paid for MED school, I have a huge trust fund because he doesn't want me to worry about anything but being a great doctor. I mean the man has done nothing but support me his whole life.
Mark: Supporting someone and respecting someone aren't the same thing. You need to tell him that.

Callie: Home, he's dragging me home. (rants angrily in Spanish) Who I wanna spend it with (rants angrily in Spanish)
Arizona: Ah, I can see that you're very upset.
(Mark walks in)
Mark: You paged me Robbins?
Arizona: You're her best friend, and I am at a giant loss right now. Not to mention the very sick children...
Mark: Go, I got this.

Izzie: Isn't there a tiara that goes along with it? Oh, oh put it on. So I can get the full effect.
Meredith: No. No tiara. I told you simple. You know, it's buffalo wings at the reception.
Izzie: You can't have buffalo wings. Caterers
don't even do buffalo wings.
Meredith: Iz, this is a small wedding. Small. And, this is a big dress. For a big wedding. Don't you have a dress in your pile that doesn't make noise when it moves, or stand up all by itself?
Izzie: You're getting married! It's a miracle. Meredith Grey, child of darkness, has found someone. Don't you want to celebrate that? It's your day Meredith. You can't just piss it away on some slip dress and a cheese tray from a grocery store. That will just make me so sad, and I don't wanna be sad 'cause I'm already suffering through cancer and that's sad enough.
Meredith: Fine! Give me the tiara. (Mer puts it on)
Izzie: Oh, you're like a princess. Smile.

Meredith: If I show you the dress, you can never tell anyone. Cos it's bad, really really bad.
Izzie: Ok, fine. It will be our little secret. (Mer walks out in this gigantic poofy white dress) Oh wow. (Izzie takes a picture)
Meredith: Photos are not secret!

Cristina: Get a crash cart. Izzie Stevens' room.
(Cristina checks her pulse. Izzie starts laughing)
Cristina: What?
Izzie: Oh my god, I'm sorry. You should see your face right now, its... your totally freaking out face.
Cristina: You're joking? This is a joke?
Izzie: I'm sorry. I really did need you though. Um, I have all these dresses here and I keep trying to page Meredith to come try them on and she won't answer the page. So, will you tell her to come in here. She'll listen to you.

Callie: Just so you know, I wasn't looking for a relationship. With a he or a she. It just happened. And ah, it feels good with her. It feels easy and ah, comfortable. I'm saying I'm happy. When have you heard me willingly admit that?
Mr Torres: When you lived at home with your mother and me. You were happy then.
Callie: Yeah, well, I was 12. It didn't take much.
Mr Torres: You'll fly home with me today. I'll talk to the Chief, explain the circumstances.
Callie: What? No! No, Dad, No! I'm not moving back home!
Mr Torres: Don't worry everything's gonna be ok.
Callie: Everything is... is ok!

(Der talks to Izzie, Mer waits outside. Izzie is crying)
Izzie: Okay, I'm really glad we talked.
(Der leaves her room)
Derek: Apparently a morning coat is non-negotiable. Also, we have to make time for ballroom dancing lessons.
(Mer looks at Der, totally freaked. Der walks away dumbfounded)

Derek: I didn't think you wanted to wear a wedding dress?
Meredith: I don't! How does he even know we're engaged?
Derek: Richard's my friend. He's not the one that ordered the dress. If you don't wanna wear a wedding dress, talk to Izzie.
Meredith: Oh yeah! As the chemo drips into her cancery arm. And she looks at me with those cancery eyes. Those cancery wedding loving eyes!
Derek: Be strong.
Meredith: We will have brides maids in pink taffeta! And you will be wearing a top hat and a morning coat! And somebody will be singing wind beneath my fricking wings!
Derek: You want me to talk to her?

Richard: I hear congratulations are in order
Meredith: What?
Richard: The engagement. Our very own Seattle Grace wedding. I couldn't be happier for the both of you.
Meredith: Thank you Sir. Did you have an assignment for me?
Richard: Dresses.
Meredith: I'm sorry?
Richard: Stevens has transformed her room into a bridal boutique. So go, try on dresses. That's an order.

Derek: There's no blood in the brain.
Mark: The ZNC fracture of the temporal bone ruptured ear drum. Book us an OR.
Derek: Not so fast, Dr Grey. Mr Gates, the patient has a name, also injured facial nerve. Which means what?
Lexie: That Mr Gates will also need a nerve repair.
Derek: Does that take place before or after Dr Sloan's secular reconstruction?
Lexie: Before.
Mark: Incorrect.
Lexie: Because you'll have to explore the wound for bone fragments, not to mention reversing his conductive hearing.
Mark: Which is why I need you to book me that OR now Dr Grey.
Derek: Look, if the patient has facial paralysis it won't matter if he can hear out of one ear or not. Am I right Dr Grey?
Lexie: Um...
Derek: Dr Grey?
Mark: Lexie?
Derek: Dr Grey?
Mark: Lexie?
Derek: Dr Grey?
Lexie: I think you both are amazing doctors!
[walks out, eats candy bars]

Derek: Pathetic.
Mark: Ass!
Lexie: [eats more]

Callie: Dad, Mark is just a friend. I'm happy now. Ok. I'm dating someone now, and I'm happy. Ok?
(Mr Torres lets go of Mark)
Mark: Ah, woah...
Mr Torres: So you're dating again. Well, that's good. That's healthy. I'd like to meet this new gentleman suitor.
Callie: Yeah. Yeah, no, um, sh... They're pretty busy cos they're a doctor here. But, um, you'll love them. You will love them. Because, they're smart, and funny, and both handsome and beautiful and very supportive. Daddy, please be ok with this. (bring Arizona over) Dad. This is Arizona Robins. This is who I'm dating now.
Arizona: And, I really hope you draw the line at throwing women against walls.

Callie: Run! Run for your life!
George: What do you mean run for my life?
(Mr Torres grabs George)
Mark: Woah!
Callie: Oh my god, Dad!
Mr Torres: Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you right now!
Callie: Dad! Stop it!
Mr Torres: You committed adultery.
Callie: Who hasn't? I slept with him, before we were divorced. So, technically George isn't the only one who cheated.
(Mr Torres grabs Mark)
Callie: Oh god!
Mr Torres: Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill YOU right now!
Mark: Mark Sloan, pleasure to meet you.

Izzie: What do you mean you don't deliver dresses? Just to try on? No, no, no. I... I can't come in. I... I... I have cancer. I'm... I'm bed bound and dying. (fake coughs) Fabulous! I'll fax you my choices.
(Chief and Dr. Swender are looking on)
Izzie: Hi! Ah, what do you need? Blood? Pee? What can I get you?
Richard: Just checking in on you. See how the chemo's sitting.
Izzie: Fine. I haven't puked yet. And, I'm making major progress on Mer's wedding.
Dr. Swender: You should really take it easy. The chemo's gonna take a lot out of you.
Izzie: I'll let you know if I hit the wall. (Answers her phone) Hello? Hi! Yes, I wanted to discuss, um, flower arrangements.
Dr. Swender: She needs to save her energy. This isn't just chemo. It's high dose IL2. It's designed to make the body attack itself. She's walking around now, but it's not gonna last. Her blood pressure's gonna tank, she's gonna be shaking with chills, she'll feel nauseous. She might even have a heart attack. Believe me, a few hours from now, Izzie Steven's is gonna wish she were dead.

Owen: I don't feel anything
Dr. Wyatt: Nothing? No anger? Happiness? Unhappiness? Guilt? Survivors guilt? You know it's very common with veterans.
Owen: It's not about my platoon.
Dr. Wyatt: You have shoved your feelings aside for so long. I'm asking you to claim them. And Owen, this is about your platoon.
Owen: It's about the fact that I tried to choke my girlfriend to death. What? Are you saying the way I feel about my platoon and the way I feel about what happened with Cristina are the same? They're not the same.
Dr. Wyatt: Well, how will you know if you can't name those feelings?
Owen: It's not what it's... It's...I don't know.

Derek: You know maybe they could make YOU a bouquet of scalpels and clamps.
Meredith: Oh, yeah, that would be fun. I think I'd have to run it by Izzie first.
(Der sees Mark and Lexie)
Derek: Yeah...

Meredith: Does it bother you that I don't wanna wear it? Because I... I could.
Derek: I don't want you to wear it. You're not a ring bride.
(Mer looks at him)
Derek: What?
Meredith: I'm not really a church wedding bride, or a poofy white dress bride either.
Derek: We'll get naked, and get married in a field with flowers.
(MerDer giggle together)
Meredith: I'm not a naked bride!
Derek: What about scrubs? We could get married in scrubs.
Meredith: Oooh, now there's a wedding I could get into.
Derek: We gotta go.
Meredith: Oh... So I told Izzie she could help out with the wedding. It helps keep her mind off of everything, and I'll tell her about the scrubs and the no church. I guess we have a theme. Simplicity.

Meredith: [narrating] Defeat isn't an option. Not for surgeons. We don't back away from the table till the last breaths long gone. Terminal's a challenge. Life threatening's what gets us out of bed in the morning. We're not easily intimidated. We don't flinch, we don't back down, and we certainly don't surrender. Not at work anyway.