Meredith (opening voiceover): Question: When was the last time a complete stranger took off her clothes in front of you, pointed to a big purple splash on her back and asked, "What the hell is this thing?" If you're a normal person the answer is hopefully never; if you're a doctor the answer is probably about five years ago. People expect doctors to have all the answers. The truth is we love to think we have all the answers, too. Basically, doctors are know-it-alls until something comes along that reminds us that we're not.
Derek: I had the worst day today. I've been working on the grant proposal and I just couldn't do it. Then I realized... It was you. It's a clinical trial for Alzheimer's that's serious work and I couldn't think of anything but you. I know you wanna be a part of the trial but I can't have you anywhere near it.
Meredith: Cristina blames me. ... She hates me.
Lexie: Were you just checking out my ass?
Mark: Not the first time. Won't be the last.
Lexie: No. (Mark smiles, Lexie walks away and smiles)
Owen: You don't get to just walk away when I'm teaching.
Jackson: Two of my friends died during the shooting, so thanks. I don't need lessons on how unfair tramua is.
Owen (shoves him into a room): I lost dozens of friends in the field. Dozens. And I have never, never used them as an excuse to quit. You're a doctor, Avery. And that doesn't stop because you're up against a wall. You need to figure out how to be a doctor no matter what you're dealing with and no matter what tools you don't have. That is the lesson you need to learn. You don't get to quit! So, if I need you to drag you outside by the throat, you are going to finish!
Derek: Look, Miranda, I know that this has been a very personal loss for you, but you need to let it go.
Bailey: I have to go and tell Mary's husband that I don't know why his wife died. That I can't answer the one question he has to ask. And I can't answer that question because medicine... because science is failing me. That I take personally. That I can't accept. And don't you dare stand there and talk to me about lettin' things go. I'm not the one who can't stop thinking about the possiblity of his wife getting Alzheimer's long enough to write a damn essay.
April: According to his card, this guy's got a blow right pupil, and othandoxipidal dislocation, a open book pelvis, uh, a large gaping abominal would, jeez... a sucking chest wound and seven broken ribs. This guy's all messed up.
Meredith: Or he's dead.
April: Ah, right, yes.
Alex: Look, will you tell her she won or she's never gonna stop.
Owen: It's not a contest.
April: Karev, call the OR and make sure there's a room availible.
Alex: Will do.
Owen: Alright, alright. Fine. Blue team wins.
April: Blue team wins?
Owen: Yeah, yeah. You win. He's gonna live for 40 more years and have 15 grandkids, you happy?
April: We won! Yay! (jumps into Alex's arms) Yay!
Meredith (closing voiceover): We are all looking for answers. In medicine, in life, in everything. Sometimes the answers we're looking for have been hiding just below the surface. Other times, we find answers when we didn't even realize we were asking a question. Sometimes, the answers can catch us completely by surprise. And sometimes, even when we find the answer we've been looking for, we're still left with a whole hell of a lot of questions.