Meredith: Oh, God. I forgot it was the Hobarts today. It always bums me out when we have an Alzheimer's patient with young kids.
Derek: Well, there's no same in sitting this one out. I can do the intake.
Meredith: Stop treating me like I'm your wife. On the trial, I'm a colleague. I'm allowed to say that it bums me out. That doesn't mean you have to feed me warm wilk and run a bath. Treat me like a doctor.
Derek: Right, sorry. Okay. Go do the intake, colleague. (Mer goes to the Hobarts room)
Owen (walks up): Shepherd, you got a minute? I need to talk to you about your trial.
Derek: Okay. Um, well I should get Meredith. I just got a lecture on the failure to extend professional courtesy to one's spouse.
Owen: I think it's best you don't get Meredith.