Grey's Anatomy

(Cristina is at the food table. She reaches for something. Bailey takes it instead) Bailey: You could touch that, but I'd have to kill you. Cristina (quietly): So about that towel thing? Bailey: It's been taken care of. Cristina: Okay. Bailey: You don't need to concern yourself with it. Cristina: So what's going to happen? Bailey: We're not gonna talk about it anymore is what's gonna happen. Are we clear? Or have you had too much alcohol to understand me? Cristina: We're very clear. Bailey: Good. You have any bourbon? (Cristina walks away)

Izzie (to George): Do you think you could get home to sign for the beer? Alex: Why don't you have your boyfriend sign for it? Izzie: You have a very annoying way of sneaking up on people. Maybe if you were a little less creepy. Alex: I wouldn't come anyway. I hate big parties. George: Is Meredith the only person in the hospital who doesn't know the size of this thing? Izzie: I'm telling her. Cristina: You can't. She's gone already. Izzie: What? Already? Cristina I think she had, excuse me, an errand to run. (walks away) Izzie: You don't think Meredith's really going to mind about the party, right? George: I want you to make it very clear to her that I had nothing to do with this party. Nothing.

Izzie: George, I need more ice and chips. George: Who else did you invite? Cristina: Izzie, we said the list was jocks only. Surgery, Trauma, Plastics. Who else? Izzie: Just some people from Peds. Cristina: You invited the preschoolers to Meredith's house. The next thing you'll say is you invited the shrinks. (Izzie looks away) She invited mental defects. This party's D.O.A. George: You know, Meredith thinks this is just going to be a little, small, meet-your-boyfriend cocktail thing. Did you clear this with her? Izzie: No, but I will. (George and Cristina give her a look) I promise. Cristina: Why are you wasting the only weekend your boyfriend is in town on a big party? Is he bad in bed? Izzie (chuckles): No. I just want him to meet some of my friends. Cristina: Right. Sixty geeks in scrubs are your friends. (her beeper goes off. She gets up to leave) Bad sex, sucks for you.

Izzie: So the beer's coming at 7:00 and some of the floor nurses are bringing wine. Cristina: You invited nurses? Ugh. George: Did you clear this with Meredith? Izzie: A few more people isn't going to make a difference. Okay? A party's a party. Cristina: The bigger the party, the less time for bad sex with the hockey player. Izzie: Would you stop saying that? Cristina: Okay. Izzie: Hank and I have great sex. Cristina: Mmhmmm. Izzie: All the time. Cristina: Mmhmm. Izzie: In fact, we'll probably have sex after the party. Or during the party. George: As long as you clear it with Meredith. Izzie: Hank just needs to realize that doctors can have fun. We're not all workaholics with God complexes. Cristina: We are workaholics with God complexes.

Derek: See it? Alex: It's hard to miss. Derek: A little more than he bargained for. Alex: Maybe he's lucky. Maybe this is his way out of the hole. Derek: The hole? Interesting expression. (Izzie looks on) Alex: My father was into smack pretty heavy. He was a musician. It's tolerated in his line of work. Not good for the family at home.

Lawyer: Dr. Grey made a huge error. Burke: And she reported it. Lawyer: Too late. And in front of the patient's husband. Burke: But she reported it. She spoke up. Five years ago, as a CT fellow, I had a nagging feeling that I didn't check the body cavity of a lung patient closely enough before I closed. The patient seemed fine post-op and I was in a hurry. And yesterday, you and Dr. Bailey pulled a towel out from under that patient's lung. Why didn't I report it at the appropriate time? Maybe because I was afraid that I would be called into a meeting where some hospital lawyer's fear of liability could end my career. Even great doctors make mistakes. And when we do, we've got to have a chance to be able to speak up without fear of retribution. Or everyone suffers. Dr. Grey spoke up.

Derek: Well, let me take you out to dinner tonight. You can tell me all about it. Real food, waiters, big chunks of carbs in a basket. Meredith: I can't. Derek: Forget about the party. Meredith: You know about the party? Derek: Your friends will be at the party. You and I can be alone somewhere else. Meredith: How do you know about the party? Derek: Thanks for not inviting me, by the way. That felt good. Dinner, think about dinner, perfect opportunity.

(Meredith and Derek are making out in the passenger seat of his car) Derek: You know, it sounds like the party's winding down. Yeah... Listen to me! Meredith (laughing): What? Derek: We should probably sneak inside now. Meredith: We've done enough sneaking for tonight. It was good sneaking, but enough sneaking. Derek (pulling his shirt back up her shoulders): Yeah, I'd say we're pretty good sneakers. Bailey (as they are about to kiss she knocks on the window): You mind moving this tail wagon? You blocking me in. Derek: Apparently not good enough.

Meredith (Meredith, George and Cristina are drinking and playing cards): Why do we want to be surgeons anyway? George: Surgery is a very serious business. (Cristina burps loudly. She has two cards stuck to her face) Full House. Cristina (laughs): Royal flush. Get naked. Baby boy! (Cristina throws down her cards. George reluctantly begins to take off his shirt and drunkenly falls over) Sexy! You're so sexy! Meredith (holding a bottle of tequila): Surgery is stupid. It's stupid. It's stupid! Cristina (taking the bottle from Meredith; Cristina is also drunk): Give me that, you're drunk. Meredith: I'm not driving. I'm not on call. I'm in my own house. My life is crap. And it's my party and I'll get drunk if I want to. Hank (appearing in the doorway): Is, um, Izzie Stevens...? Cristina: Oh, you must be Hank. (She laughs and stands up) He's very large and hockey-like. No, Izzie's not here right now. (Cristina leaves the room) George: You and Izzie will give birth to very tall, blond people. Kinda like Barbies. Hank: Izzie said she was going to be at home, she didn't say there was gonna be a party. Meredith: Which pisses both of us off. Would you like some tequila? It helps. Hank: When do you think she's gonna get here? Meredith: Don't know. But we're low on ice, Hank. Hank: I'm serious. Meredith: So am I. We're interns, Hank. Hospital owns us. It's what we do. (Hank shakes his head, smiles and leaves) George: Bye. Meredith: Nice to meet ya.

Meredith (coming home to see the huge party going on): Izzie I'm going to kill you.

Derek (arrives at Meredith's house and finds her drinking tequila and dancing on her front lawn): You know, in some states you get arrested for that. (she sees him and smiles they walk over toward each other) So you blew me off for a bottle of tequila. Tequila's no good for you. Doesn't call, doesn't write. It's not nearly as much fun to wake up to. (she grabs him and they kiss) Meredith: Take me for a ride, Derek.

(George walks through the mess of snacks and bottles over to the couch. He hands Meredith, who is lying on the floor, a mug) George: When's your meeting with the chief? (sits down, throws something off to the side) Meredith: In an hour. Izzie (coming in the door, she looks around shocked): Holy mother of destruction. Meredith: You missed Doctor-palooza. Izzie: Apparently, you didn't. Meredith: I should probably never speak to you again. Izzie: Ugh, I'm so sorry, Meredith. I had no idea it was gonna get so... Meredith: It's okay. Really, I don't care. What would I be doing anyway? George: Preparing for your career-altering meeting? Sorry. Meredith: That heart wall shouldn't have torn. Izzie (picks up a beer): Anything in the patient's history? Meredith: Husband says she was in the best shape of her life. She lost 100 pounds last year. Izzie: 100 pounds in a year, how's her muscle mass? (drinks from the beer she picked up) George: Do you even know whose that was? Izzie: I was hoping it was yours. George (looks disgusted): No.

Meredith (opening voiceover): Remember when you were a kid and your biggest worry was, like, if you'd get a bike for your birthday or if you'd get to eat cookies for breakfast? Being an adult? Totally overrated. I mean, seriously, don't be fooled by all the hot shoes and the great sex and the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. Adulthood is responsibility.