Grey's Anatomy Season 6 Episode 13

Richard: I can't give them this. Shepherd. Jennings. If I do what they want me to do, it's like saying that they were right. Right about doing this. Right about me.
Bailey: Saying they were right about what?
Richard: They want me to say that I'm an alcoholic.
Bailey: Well, are you an alcoholic?
Richard: Yes. But if I sign these papers then I have to stop drinking. And go to rehab. And I don't think I'm ready to do that. Drinking, it feels a little like all I have left.
Bailey: You are better than this. I have seen you be better. Look, the way to win, the way to beat them is to stop fighting them. You go get better. You be the man that I've always known you to be. You be the Chief. .. Be the Chief.

Callie: So I was talkin' to Lexie.
Mark: Why? When? Why are you talking to her?
Callie: No, she came to me, and actually...
Mark: Don't do this. You're my friend, not hers. Don't take her side.
Callie: I'm not picking sides. I'm just saying she made some good points.
Mark: She dumped me and jumped into bed with Karev. She doesn't get to make good points!
Callie: Mark don't you think you're being...?
Mark: What? Mad? Offended? Disgusted?
Callie: Hypocritical? Sexist? Immature?
Mark: She dumped me! Not the other way around! She dumped me for wanting to step up and be responsible with my own daughter. You know how big of a step that is for me, and you know how much I wanted to take that step with Lexie. I'm not the one who's immature!

Ben: And so you know, I don't read Architectural Digest in the OR. That magazine I read earlier? That was the Journel of Clinical Anesthesia. In case you were wondering.
Bailey: I wasn't.
Ben: I acutally don't like the sittin' down part of my job. It's not great for the back, and I like to keep in shape, you know. So I can lift my big buckets of money.
Bailey: I yell when I'm scared. Some people whimper, or duck, I yell. And when she woke up, it was one of the scariest moments of my lief. So I yelled. And then I yelled some more. It's what I do.
Ben: Was that an apology?
Bailey: Closest thing that you're gonna get.

Bailey: Dr. Webber was mentoring you, there's no reason why I can't do the same.
Meredith: Well, the Chief wasn't exactly mentoring me because of my talent.
Bailey: Richard Webber is not a man who wastes his time on just anybody. The last time he mentored a surgeon, it was me. What you think I don't have talent? (Mer shakes her head)

Lexie: Is this a sex injury?
Cristina: Oh my, God.
Lexie: It is. I used to have sex injuries with Mark. Mark was really awesome at leaving you with good sex injuries. (starts sobbing)
Cristina: Please don't cry on my ass.

Lexie: Today sucks. Mark sucks.
Alex: Yang got burns on her girl parts.
Lexie: Oh, wow.
Cristina: I do not... They're not on my girl parts.
Alex: Then they're on her ass. Look how she's walkin'.
Lexie: How did you get burn marks on your ass?
Meredith (walks up): You paged?
Cristina: Oh, Mer! Thank god. Come here. (pulls her over to a bed, she closes the curtain)
Meredith: What did you...? How...? You have grate marks burned into your ass.
Cristina: Well, vent marks. But same difference. ... I was busy having sex. Will you please just dress the wound. Owen's being very caveman-like. It's hot, vaguely disturbing, but mostly hot. I- I think he might still be a little upset that I offered him to Teddy. (Alex and Lexie pull back the curtain)
Meredith & Cristina: Alex!
Alex: Hot cross buns.
Lexie: Ooh, that's gonna blister.

Ben: The gas man would like an apologize. (hands her test results) Leslie Wilson's cytochrome P450 results. The type she has means she metabolizes anesthetic drugs too fast, way more rapidly than you or me. There's no way we could have known that before surgery.
Bailey; So this is why she woke up?
Ben; It is. You don't have to get down on your knees and apologize. But I would like something heartfelt. Something in the neighborhood of, 'You were right and I was rash and kind of mean.' Maybe you could throw in a, 'Turns out you're a hell of a doctor.'

Richard: Who the hell do you think you are? Look, you are not my boss, and you are not my chief. You may have stolen my office out from under me--
Derek: You're in trouble, and I'm trying to help you.
Richard: I helped you! I didn't get you fired!
Derek: You got fired the minute you took your first drink!
Richard: Get out of my face!
Derek: No. You're not gonna do this. You're not ending your career to get back at me. I did what I had to do, and nothing more.
Richard; You look me in the eye, and you say that again.
Derek: I wanted the job. I wanted the job. I admit that. I didn't want to end your career.
Richard: Well, that part's not up to you, is it? You did what you had to do. But this part is up to me.

Lexie (as she continues ripping apart cast padding): I need to talk to you about Mark.
Callie: Could you not rup those?
Lexie: He isn't speaking to me. He barely even looks at me. And I know that we broke up, but we still work together and I'm gonna be a plastic surgeon.
Callie: You're not gonna be a plastic surgeon.
Lexie: Still. Okay. We're gonna have to see each other every day. I mean, he's best friends with my sister's Post-it husband. I- I don't know what to do.
Callie: I know. He's not exactly being fair.
Lexie: No, he's not being fair!
Callie: Okay, seriously! Go easy on the cast padding.
Lexie: At least, he could be civil, I had a one night stand, okay. Big deal.
Callie: Right.
Lexie: It's not like he didn't sleep with Addison.
Callie: True. More than once.
Lexie: What?
Callie: Hmm? (looks down) Nothing. I didn't say anything.
Lexie: More than once? More than once?! (storms out)

Bailey: That girl is traumatized. So the only thing that we are doing is getting sued. Because of you.
Ben: Where do you even get off speaking to me like that? You have no idea what went wrong in that OR.
Bailey: Well, here's what I know. I know that you're new here, I know that you probably still have a chip on your shoulder because your parking space at Mercy West was better and I know that you're an anesthesiologist, which means you make buckets of money logging reasonable hours sitting on your behind and flipping through Architectural Digest while somebody on the other side of the curtain does the real work and gets sued for it. Ben: Excuse me. You have no idea-
Bailey: I don't know what they did at Mercy West, but here at Seattle Grace, we expect to be able to trust the gas man, trust him to do his job so that we can do ours. We expect the gas man to stay awake at the switch no matter how long and boring a procedure might be. We expect the gas man to stay focused enough to keep the patient unconscious!

Bailey (to Derek): You're very chiefly. Lose the tie?
Derek: What? I like the tie. (Derek takes off the tie)

Arizona: Karev, I hear that you're the future of Peds.
Alex: Excuse me?
Arizona: Yeah, a little birdie named Bailey whispered it in my ear. And I want you to work with me today so I can see if she's right.
Alex: What did she say?
Jackson: That you're the best babysitter in the hospital.
Alex: Shut up.
Arizona: You don't think Peds is hardcore? Because you can say that to my face, Avery.
Jackson: Um, no. No, ma'am.
Arizona: Uh huh. Don't let the roller skates fool you. Peds is nothing but hardcore.

Callie (about Derek): What the hell is wearing?
Owen: He looks good. Chiefly.
Cristina: He looks like an undertaker. (Owen laughs)
Arizona: I promised him we'd clap.

Derek (closing voiceover): Hi. I know it's been a long day, and you're all anxious to get home. But I feel like we got off on the wrong foot this morning. I don't expect to win your trust overnight. But I want each of you to know you have mine. Which is why I felt it was important to personally come in here and apologize. I am neither pro nor anti merger. From this point on, everyone has a clean slate. I am not focused on the past. I'm looking to the future to all the promise this hospital has to offer. I plan to honor Richard Webber and his legacy, not undo it, which is why I'm both humbled and honored to be your new Chief of Surgery.

Derek (opening voiceover): We ask a lot of our patients. We put them to sleep. Cut them open. Poke around in their brain and guts with sharp instruments. We ask for their blind trust. Irony is, trust is hard for surgeons, because we're trained from day one that we can't trust anyone but ourselves. The only instincts you can count on are your own. The only skills you can count on are your own. Until one day, you leave the classroom and step into the O.R. You're surrounded by others, a team of others. A team that you have to rely on whether you trust them or not.