Meredith (opening voiceover): Everyone figures doctors are the most responsible people they know. They hold lives in their hands. They're not flakes. They don't lose track of important details or make stunningly bad judgment calls. 'Cause that would be bad, right?
Lexie: I had a feeling I'd find you here. The lungs are in, so far, so good.
Julia: Are you gonna tell her I'm here?
Lexie: Dr. Altman? No. No, I'm pretty sure that you're gonna leave. Here's the thing, you're killing him, you're taking a gun and killing him, and there's nothing romantic about a joint suicide. It's cruel, to you, to him, to your parents, and to the family that just buried someone. Those lungs are gorgeous. You can't do this. It always feels like there's just one person in this world to love, and then you find somebody else and it just seems crazy that you were over worried in the first place.
Julia: Just tell him he has to find someone, I- I just don't want him to be alone.
Adele: You know, this whole thing is ridiculous.
Richard: This is twice, honey. I mean, your wrist...
Adele: It's those shoes! They're supposed to tone your dairy-aire but I cannot feel the ground when I walk. I am going to through them away. If someone would just get me a couple of band-aids, I can be on my way.
Richard: You're not going anywhere.
Adele: If you make a big fuss about this...
Mark: Mrs. Webber, I'm about to put a needle in your face, I'd be extremely grateful if you'd stop moving.
Arizona: The miscarriage rate is low. And even lower with widely talented OBs, and we have widely talented OBs.
Mark: It's a risk no matter who does it.
Callie: Okay, you know what, I'm trying to eat, which is more important than it's ever been now because I'm an incubator. Okay, I know what each of you thinks, I'm weighing the options, okay? I will decide.
Mark: You'll decide?
Callie: Yes, I'm the tie breaker. And anyhow, I have the bigger vote because as we've discussed, I vote on behalf of the baby and on behalf of the...
Mark: ... vagina.
Mark: Yeah, right. That's not gonna cut it, okay? We're co-parenting us, all of us. This isn't a joke. It's not some cute arrangement where you humor me and use me for babysitting when you want to see a movie. This is my child. We're doing this together. You don't get a bigger vote. I'm a parent! (leaves)
Callie: Ooh, Daddy's mad.
Cristina: I am so grateful that you're not trying to knock me up.
Owen: You're welcome.
Cristina: The three musketeers are all freaked out about having an amnio and Meredith is getting shot up everyday with fertility drugs. It is a nightmare, the whole thing and for all for what? Just to sign up for two years of sleep deprivation and feces? I'm so happy we're never going to have to deal with that.
Bailey: Everything's clear.
Richard: Good. She's just got two left feet.
Bailey: Could be, I didn't check for that. Sir, something's clearly wrong.
Richard: Dr. Bailey, when you're rolling down the far side of the hill, things fall apart.
Bailey: Okay, look, if it were me and my wife was suddenly accident prone, and losing track of details, I wouldn't ask the general surgeon who's only been an attending for a year to check her out. I'd ask the neuro guy, the very fancy, extremely good, neurosurgeon who happens to be studying neurological disorders like Alzheimer's, who happens to be a close friend. I mean, that's who I'd ask, but that's just me.
Meredith (closing voiceover): We are responsible with our patients. The problem is we blow it all out at work. In our own lives, we can't think things through. We don't make the sound choice. We did that all day at the hospital. When it comes to ourselves, we've got nothing left. And is it worth it-being responsible? Because if take your vitamins and pay your taxes and never cut the line, the universe still gives you people to love and then lets them slip through your fingers like water, and what've you got? Vitamins and nothing.