Cristina: Figures you'd go into labor in the middle of a super storm. Okay, we need to go over your birth plan. We never talked details.
Meredith (having a contraction): Hang on.
Cristina: I can't bully people unless I know what to bully them about.
Derek: Maybe you should get back into bed.
Cristina (to Mer): You want to go back to bed?
Cristina (to Derek): She says no.
Derek (as Mer is having another contraction): What do you need-- A pillow, a bouncy ball?
Meredith (to Cristina): Ice chips.
Cristina (to Derek): She says ice chips.
Derek: Are you gonna do this the whole time?
Cristina: Uh huh.
Derek: Okay, I'm gonna check on Connie, see what's taking her so long.
Meredith: Oh, she's with other laboring moms right now. She's busy.
Derek: You're the only one I care about. The rest can wait. (walks out)
Meredith: Did you talk to Owen?
Cristina: Yes and no. God, how is your pain now-- 7,8?
Meredith: 9! Talk to me about Owen, it helps.
Cristina: Uh, well, Owen is... at a ten.