Meredith: Are you OK?
Addison: Fine. How are you?
Meredith: I’m trying to choose between two men.
Addison: OK. Well… Good luck with that.
Meredith: How did you know Derek was the one?
Addison: Excuse me?
Meredith: I know you hate me and all, and you don’t owe me anything. Nothing. No… thing. What was I saying?
Addison: Derek.
Meredith: Right. I want him to be the one. But I would know if he was the one, right? You knew, right?
Addison: You don’t… I didn’t… know. I just… Derek’s the kind of guy… I just knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Not on purpose, anyway. Not the way I hurt him.
Meredith: He hurt me. When he chose you.
Addison: I should’ve let him go. I should have stepped aside, been a better person. I should have… A lot of things.
Meredith: Me too. A lot of things.
Addison: I don’t hate you.
Meredith: How come we never talked like this before?
Addison: The only reason we are talking like this right now is because I know you won’t remember a single word of this once the drugs wear off.
(via -watchthesky)
Meredith: What?
Alex: I tell you something, you tell me something.
Meredith: OK. I feel like one of those people who’s so freaking miserable they can’t be around normal people. Like I’ll infect the happy people. Like I’m some miserable, diseased, dirty ex-mistress. Your turn.
Alex: I failed the medical boards. If I tell Izzie, she’ll be nice. All supportive and optimistic. She might as well rip my nads off and turn ‘em into earrings.
Meredith: Alex, you should go to Thanksgiving. I mean, don’t tell her if you don’t want to. But you should go. Otherwise you’re just… me.
Alex: A miserable, diseased, dirty ex-mistress? That’s hot. That’s really hot. I feel better already.
Meredith: See?
Alex: Happy Thanksgiving.
(via -watchthesky)
Meredith: Dude, you lost your mojo.
Alex: Excuse you?
(Source: -merder)
Richard: You were helpless. You were a baby. A beautiful, smart, funny little girl. And no one stood up for you. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.
(via -watchthesky)