Meredith: If I show you the dress, you can never tell anyone. 'Cause it's bad, really really bad.
Izzie: Okay, fine. It will be our little secret. (Mer walks out in this gigantic poofy white dress) Oh, wow. (Izzie takes a picture)
Meredith: Photos are not secret!
Izzie: Isn't there a tiara that goes along with it? (picks up a tiara) Oh, oh put it on. So I can get the full effect.
Meredith: No. No tiara. I told you simple. You know, it's Buffalo wings at the reception.
Izzie: You can't have Buffalo wings. Caterers don't even do Buffalo wings.
Meredith: Izz, this is a small wedding. Small. And, this is a big dress. For a big wedding. Don't you have a dress in your pile that doesn't make noise when it moves, or stand up all by itself?
Izzie: You're getting married! It's a miracle. Meredith Grey, child of darkness, has found someone. Don't you want to celebrate that? It's your day Meredith. You can't just piss it away on some slip dress and a cheese tray from a grocery store. That will just make me so sad, and I don't wanna be sad 'cause I'm already suffering through cancer and that's sad enough.
Meredith: Fine! Give me the tiara. (puts it on)
Izzie: Oh, you're like a princess. Smile. (takes another picture)
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