Meredith: First day. My clinic trial. My baby. All grown up.
Izzie: Nobody cares about your clinic trial or you're sick, sick patients who would probably rather be left for dead.
Meredith: You're just jealous.
Izzie (sarcastically): Oh, yeah!
Cristina: Anybody could come up with a clinic trial I could come up with a clinic trial.
Cristina: Not that it'd matter because Hahn wouldn't sign off on it. You know she won't even talk to me.
Izzie: She always enjoyed talking to me.
Cristina: Really, about what?
Izzie: Her hopes. Her dreams. Then we would braid each other's hair.
Cristina: At least I'm not living in the clinic.
Izzie: Hey, I like the clinic. The clinic is my happy place.
Cristina: Can you use your sparkle pager to get me in on Hahn's surgery today?
Meredith: Oh, Cristina, I can't think about the pager becuase my clinical trial starts today. (Cristina moves to take the pager from Meredith)
Izzie: Sparkle pager stealer!
Meredith; Okay, the both of you just need to take a moment and dig down and you'll discover that you're truly happy for me that I've found my path to medical history. (walks away)
Izzie: I'm not happy for her.
Cristina: Oh, me either.