Grey's Anatomy

Meredith: You know, you keep taking everything on faith. How do you know what's real and what's not? Derek: You just do. You know some people would call this a relationship. The kind where you exchange keys, leave your toothbrush over. Meredith: Who? Who would call it that? Derek: Me. I would. Meredith: And I'm supposed to believe you? Derek: Uh-huh. Meredith: Show me something. Give me a reason to believe.

George (to Cristina who doesn't want her sandwich): If that's turkey, can I have some? Cristina: It's soggy. Alex: If it'll kill you. Solve everything. George: I coulda gotten that intubation. I am good at intubations. Meredith (taking a bite of the sandwich): Why does everything in a hospital smell like a hospital? Izzie: Don't be so hard on yourself, George. Everybody makes mistakes. George: You know, I'm good at a lot of things. Cristina: You know what, I'm gonna tell you something. Hey, George. You need to get laid. See that nurse over there? (pointing to a nurse) She's single. She's got red hair. Go ask her out. George: In case you forgot, I intubated an esophagus. Alex: Dude, you're tweaking. Maybe you should go see that psychic. (walks off) Izzie: Mr. Duff is not a psychic! Cristina: I am trying to help you. Go buy her a latte and freshen up your gonads, please. (walks off) Izzie: Shut up. George: It's not too late to call her. You know, moms like that, surprises on their birthdays. You know, it's very Hallmark.

Mr. Duff: Your nostrils are flaring. Izzie: They are not. Mr. Duff: You're into me. I can tell. "Dr. Small and Angry" was a hot appetizer but you, doc, are a smorgasbord of lust. Izzie: Mr. Duff, you're pressing your luck. Mr. Duff: Would you press it for me? Izzie: I hope you're not claustrophobic. You're staring at me. Stop it. Mr. Duff: I'm looking at you, sweetheart, but it's the strangest thing. I'm hungry for a chocolate cupcake. Izzie: What did you say? Mr. Duff: A chocolate cupcake. Maybe one of those fudgey things with the white squiggle on the frosting. Could you oblige? Izzie: What, do I still have some chocolate on my face or in my hair or something? Mr. Duff: What are you talking about? Izzie: You. I know the drill, so keep it up. Next you'll be reading my cards, telling me my dead uncle is in the room. Mr. Duff: Is he? Izzie: I don't have a dead uncle. I'm watching you.

Mr. Duff: A little Botox would do wonders on those frown lines. Cristina: Okay. Shut up. Mr. Duff: Are you allowed to talk to me like that? (Cristina makes a face) God, you're hot...in a Mrs. Livingston kind of way

George: Fourth floor, dead guy. The psychic predicted the fourth floor dead guy. Cristina: I need someone to cover me on the 16th. You in? George (watching Mer & Derek walk by): I'm thinking about letting my hair grow. And maybe I won't shave. Go for the stubble effect. What do you think? Cristina: The 16th, George. Can you cover me or not? George: Uh, yeah. I guess. Why? Cristina: It's none of your business. George: Thank you would be nice.

Meredith: I tried to talk Shepherd out of that clot surgery. What is wrong with me? Alex: Basically, you tried to kill the guy. Cristina (to Alex): Basically, you're an ass.

Meredith: So let's go sleep at your house tonight. Derek: What? Meredith: I mean, why are we always sleeping at my house? Do you even have one? Derek: One what? Meredith: A house. With a closet. With your stuff in it. Your personal stuff. Do you even have one of those? Derek: Mmh. George: Hey. You guys want a cupcake? Derek: Oh, no. George: Izzie made them. Derek: You know, I like it here. You said so yourself, you liked having your things around, sleeping in your own bed. (Derek is getting cereal and a bowl out) George: You're like a health nut, aren't ya? You eat museli every morning. Derek: No, I don't. Izzie: Okay, the museli thing, you do. The last seven days, at least. Derek: Oh, come on. I haven't been here for a whole week. Have I? Meredith: See? Even they think it's weird.

(Izzie is in the kitchen, a sink full of dirty dishes, and cupcakes everywhere. George is there eating cupcakes) Izzie: Eight hours, 16 ounces of chocolate, and 32 cupcakes, and they still don't taste right. George (with mouthful): No, these are good. Martha Stewart would be proud. Izzie: Yeah, look where it got her.

George: How's a pompous cocky jackass like you always have women all over him? Alex: Little blue love pills. Lots of them. George: Oh c'mon. Alex: Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. (looking through a book) There it is, a bovine xenograft. (jumps up shouting) O'Malley, you think too much. Can't you see it? You gotta dance and jab. Dance and jab! Like me. I am the Ali of this place.

(Derek takes Meredith to his trailer) Meredith: Where are we? Derek: I'm gonna tell you. All right. My mother's maiden name, Maloney. I have four sisters. I have, uh, nine nieces. Five nephews. I like coffee ice cream, single-malt scotch, occasionally a good cigar. I like to fly fish. And I cheat when I do the crossword puzzle on Sunday. And I never dance in public. Um, favorite novel: The Sun Also Rises. Favorite band: The Clash. My favorite color is blue. I don't like light blue, indigo. The scar right here on my forehead, that's why I don't ride motorcycles anymore. And I live in that trailer. All this land is mine. I have no idea what I'm gonna do with it. So that's it. That's all you've earned for now. The rest you're just...just gonna have to take on faith.

(Alex enters Devo's room, she's praying in Hebrew against the wall) Alex: Does the wall ever bow back?

Meredith (opening voiceover): You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales? That fantasy of what your life would be. White dress, Prince Charming, who'd carry you away to a castle on a hill... You'd lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming - they were so close you could taste them. But eventually, you grow up. One day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is, it's hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely. 'Cause almost everyone still has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they'll open their eyes and it will all come true.

Alex: So, what kinda name is, uh, Devo, anyway? Devo: 80's rocker. My parents did too much blow. I call myself Esther. Alex (pulling down the blanket revealing a long denim skirt): Nice skirt, Esther. What are you? Amish? Devo: Get a life, haven't you ever seen an Orthodox Jew?

Cristina: Dr. Bailey, I want off the psychic case, I'll take whatever you've got. Can I switch? Bailey: Ask nicely. Cristina: What - this is me doing nicely.

(discussing beliefs with an Orthodox Jewish teenager) Devo: He wants me to be passionate about what I believe in. You don't believe in anything. Alex: Well, my mother used to pray to Saint Jude for me. Devo: How appropriate. Patron Saint of Lost Causes.

Meredith (closing voiceover): At the end of the day, faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than your dream. The castle, well it may not be a castle. And it's not so important that it's happily ever after – just that it's happy right now. See, once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you. And once in a while, people may even take your breath away.

Meredith (again looking for more details about Derek): Give me something to go on. Anything. What are your grandparents names? Derek: I don't have grandparents. Meredith: Where'd you grow up? What's your favorite flavor of ice cream? Where'd you spend your summer vacations? Derek: Lighten up. It'll be good for your blood pressure. (stands and leaves Meredith alone) Meredith: Oh don't you tell me to lighten up. I'll lighten up when I... feel light.

Meredith: It's just that I hardly know anything about you. Derek: You know I'm from New York. You know I like ferry boats. Meredith: Enough with the ferry boats. What about your friends? Derek: I'm a surgeon. I don't have friends. Meredith: Everybody has friends. I mean, who do you hang out with? What do you do on your days off? These are important questions. Derek: Ah, important for who? Meredith: We're having sex every night. I think I deserve details. Derek: You have more details than most. Meredith: See, this is going somewhere weird. I want facts, and until I get them, my pants are staying on. Derek: Or you could just roll with it. Be flexible. See what happens. Meredith: I'm not flexible. Derek (laughs): Ah! Now, there I disagree. Hmm. I've got to go. We'll find these things out. That's the fun part. You know? That's the gravy. Meredith: That is what I'm talking about. I don't want to be your gravy.