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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.

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Meredith Grey (Season 1)

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Meredith Grey and Derek Shepherd (Season 1)

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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: 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.

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