Cristina: Of course I'll take Zola and fetus.
Meredith: That's what I told Derek.
Cristina: You're not shipping them off to Ohio or wherever his stupid sisters are from.
Meredith: I knew you would say that.
Cristina: I will oversee the most competent herd of child care professionals ever. I'll get only German nannies. They're super organized.
Meredith: I'm not sure a herd of German nannies is what I had in mind.
Cristina: Wait. You don't me to be a stay-at-home mom?
Cristina: Yeah, 'cause you're not.
Meredith: Right, but Zola is at the day care here when we pick her up.
Cristina: Yeah, and you do 30 percent less surgeries than I do 'cause you're not putting in the hours anymore.
Meredith: You don't want to do this.
Cristina: Hey, I love Zola.
Meredith: I know you do. But you don't want to be her mom.
Cristina: No. You really hate those sisters?
Meredith (sighs): Kind of. Not all of them. Kathleen seems like a good mom. I mean, I don't want to hang out with her all the time, but her kids seem sane.
Cristina: Yeah, well, that's not nothing. Okay, how about this? You write in the will that I get your children three weeks every year. We'll travel. I'll take them to get their first tattoo-- someplace clean. And I'll teach 'em how to put a condom on a-- on a cucumber.
Cristina: I will be the coolest aunt in the world. I just can't be a mom.
Meredith: Oh. They deserve a mom.
Cristina: They already have a mom.
Meredith: I know. (exhales)
Cristina: You're not dying right now. You know that, right?