Meredith: "You spent six hours on a boat."
Derek: "Yes."
Meredith: "And you talked about fishing."
Derek: "Yes."
Meredith: "For a six hours?"
Derek: "Pretty much, yeah."
Meredith: "Derek."
Derek: "What do you want me to say? We went fishing, we talked about fishing."
Meredith: "I want the whole story."
Derek: "It is the whole story!"
Meredith: "She caught a fish and cried is not the whole story!"
Derek: "Except it is the story, it is in fact the entire story!"
Meredith: "Aahh... I'm ovulating."
Derek: "Ugh..." (starts taking his clothes off)
Meredith: "I mean, you stole my best friend, and it's not okay, it's not okay for the two of you to hang out..."
Derek: "I am not hanging out, I am trying to help her!"
Meredith: "By hanging out with her!"
Derek: "Will you do this or not?"
Meredith: "I'm too mad to even look at you."
Derek: "Well, then roll over."

Meredith: "Well I'm gonna go update the wife."
Derek: "Since when are you so interested in updating the wife in the waiting room than doing this?"
Meredith: "Since I was the wife in the waiting room, Derek! I mean, honestly, do you think you and Cristina are the only two who have ever been through a trauma?"
Derek: "Stop, don't do that. Don't bring Cristina back into this. You don't get to act like a spoiled little brat in my OR."
Meredith: "Why is it okay for Cristina to do whatever she wants, but it's not okay for me? Cause I'm not hiding under OR tables or bartending?"
Derek: "Meredith..."
Meredith: "I mean, honestly, you and Cristina are so busy supporting each other, have you even noticed that I went through the trauma too? I was the wife in a waiting room Derek, and it's so hard to be the wife in a waiting room, so hard that I walked in to the OR while the shooter had the gun in to you and told him to shoot me instead! That's how hard it is to be the wife in the waiting room."

Derek: "Hey."
Meredith: "Hey."
Derek: "You've been holding everybody up even though... You amaze me. Hmm... I know you're mad at me for taking Cristina fishing, and I know you think it didn't work. I just heard she's in OR 1.
Meredith: "What?"
Derek: "She's here."

Cristina: "Do you wanna get a drink?"
Meredith: "Yeah, I do. I mean, not a real drink actually, because I'm trying to get pregnant and supposedly alcohol will make my baby have three heads and sixteen toes."
Cristina: "Umm, wanna get some crack cocaine?"

To a degree, medicine is a science. The doctors who see medicine as science only, you don't want them by your side when your bleeding won't stop. Or when your child is screaming in pain. The clinicians go by the book. The artists follow their guts. The artists feel your pain. And they go to extremes to make it stop. Extreme measures, that's where science ends, and arts begins.

Surgery is extreme. We cut into your body, take out pieces and put what's left back together. It's a good time life doesn't come with a scalpel. Because if it did, when things started to hurt, we would just cut and cut. The thing is, what we take away with a scalpel, we can't ever get back. So, like I said, good thing.