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Meredith Grey and Derek Shepherd (Season 1)

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skateranya:

MEREDITH: It’s the chase, isn’t it?
DEREK: What?
MEREDITH: The thrill of the chase. I’ve been wondering to myself, “Why are you so hell-bent on getting me to go out with you?” You know you’re my boss, you know it’s against the rules, you know I keep saying no. It’s the chase.
DEREK: Well, it’s fun, isn’t it?
MEREDITH: You see? This is a game to you. But not to me. Because, unlike you, I still have something to prove.

DEREK: It’s not the chase.
MEREDITH: What?
DEREK: You and me. It is not the thrill of the chase. It’s not a game. It’s… It’s your tiny, ineffectual fists. And your hair.
MEREDITH: My hair?
DEREK: It smells good. And you’re very, very bossy. Keeps me in line.
MEREDITH: I’m still not going out with you.
DEREK: You say that now.

1x03 Winning a Battle Losing the War

MEREDITH: I need you to tell Mark to keep his little Sloan out of Little Grey.
DEREK: Is he hitting on you?
MEREDITH: No, not my little Grey. Lexie’s Little Grey. I don’t know what’s going on with her, but the last thing she needs is Sloan going all manwhore on her. So you need to tell him to step away from Little Grey.
DEREK: All right. I’ll see what I can do.
MEREDITH: Little Grey, Derek. Little Grey.

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carcrashheart:

“Okay, I have more important things to deal with than you. I have roommates, and boy problems, and family problems. You want to act like a little frat boy bitch, that’s fine. You want to take credit for your saves and everybody else’s, that’s fine too. Just stay out of my face. And for the record, you smell like crap.”

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carcrashheart:

“That was amazing. You practice on cadavers. You observe. And you think you know what you’re gonna feel like standing over that table but… That was such a high. I don’t know why anybody does drugs.”

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Breathe, just breathe ♫

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MEREDITH: This is our wedding. A post it?
DEREK: Mhm. If you sign it.
MEREDITH: Now what?
DEREK: Now I kiss the bride.

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MEREDITH: Enough! This is not dating. I want moonlight, and flowers, and candy, and people trying to feel me up. Nobody is trying to feel me up. Nobody is even looking at me. I’m an intern, do the two of you have any idea how much effort it takes to do all this? I am waxed and plucked and I have a clean top on. And the two of you are looking at each other.
DEREK: Meredith…
MEREDITH: No, my fantasy is not two men looking at each other.
FINN: We didn’t….
MEREDITH: No talking until one of you figures out how to put on a date. I want heat! I want romance! Damn it, I want to feel like a freaking lady!
Sometimes a Fantasy - 3.03

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