Lexie: You made her speak. Mrs. Patterson, she said hi. She spoke. You made her speak. (walks in his place, right by him. He looks back at the door shocked, she just walked in) I respect you. As a man. As a surgeon, as a teacher. I respect you. So... teach me. (takes off her jacket)
Mark: What are you doing? Don't do that. Stop.
Lexie (taking off her shoes): Teach me.
Mark (shuts his door): No. Stop.
Lexie: Teach me.
Mark: We can't do this, you're Little Grey, and I promised, and... I'm your teacher.
Lexie: So... (takes off her sweater) Teach me.
Mark: Oh, Lexie...
Lexie: Teach me. Teach me. (takes off her tank top, so she's standing there in her bra) ... Come on, am I really so bad?
Mark: No. ... I am. (kisses her)