Meredith (opening voiceover): I always said I'd be happier alone. I have my work, my friends, but someone in your life all the time? More trouble than it's worth. Apparently, I got over it.
Derek: Okay, crib goes here. Changing table goes here.
Meredith: But you can't plan a baby room before you have a baby. I mean, that-- you're gonna jinx the adoption.
Derek: No, the social worker wants to see where we live. This is like a death trap. I'm trying to create a reasonable distraction.
Derek: Janet, welcome. How are you? Thanks for coming out. Oh, be careful. Watch those nails.
Meredith: Perfect for a baby, right?
Derek: Meredith, tell me exactly what you did.
Meredith: I can't tell you.
Derek: We can still fix this. But I need to know what you did.
Meredith: If I tell you, it'll make it worse.
Derek: It's worse already. Meredith.
Meredith: Listen, I-I... I love you. And I'm sorry but I can't tell you anything.
Mark: Why'd you give that guy in the middle of a mass trauma?
Mark: The kid quit Webber's study. What kind of idiot decides that working with the Chief of Surgery is too taxing on his schedule?
Owen: He didn't quit because he thinks it's too much hard work. He quit because he thinks the Chief has a shot at a Harper Avery, and he was worried that if his name was on it, it would kill Webber's chances.
Mark: You post chief resident yet?
Owen: Uh, no.
Callie: The suspense ain't killin' me. It's gonna be Grey.
Arizona: Well, I thought Karev made a great play for it. I mean, a plane full of orphans-- That's pretty impressive.
Callie: Ah, he's already decided. You don't have to lobby for your boy.
Alex: Dr. Hunt, you gave chief resident to Kepner? It was supposed to be me or Grey. You think anyone's gonna listen to Kepner? It's gonna be complete chaos.
Owen: You think anyone's gonna listen to you? You just sold out the one universally liked individual in this hospital. Everyone is gonna hate you. A chief resident is supposed to manage their peers, be a resource and a support. After what you did, do you think anyone is gonna come to you for anything? I was planning on giving it to you, and now?
Teddy: Hey. I brought you pudding.
Henry: That's why you're here? I got a good nurse. She'll hook me up with pudding.
Teddy: I know. I just spent the last two hours telling people that their family members were dead and I needed to-- Well, I just wanted to say hi... or bye again.
Henry: I really tried to be a gentleman about all this, but now you need to get the hell out.
Teddy: What are you doing?
Henry: Letting you go was the worst thing I've ever done. It's the most painful thing I've ever done, and I'm a guy who's had 82 surgeries. My threshold for pain is pretty high. You need to get out. I'm not your best bud. I'm not your security blanket. I'm a man who's in love you, who waltzed you into the arms of a damn knight on a horse. So, go to Germany and have little spaetzle-eating children. And please, for God's sake, leave me alone
Meredith (to Zola): Okay, so, this is the house. There's another house where you're gonna have your own room. But that, right now, is just wood and no walls, so we're gonna stay here for awhile. Derek? Okay. He might be AWOL he's had a bad day. He's a little... pissed off right now. Okay, we're gonna be fine. (walking upstairs) So we had a big plan if this ever worked out. We were gonna have a lullaby from Malawi to make everything feel homey to you. To be honest, right now, I can't even think of an American lullaby. (opens attic door, calls out) Lexie? You know, a lot of people live here and it gets kinda crazy sometimes and it's usually not this quiet. Alex? (opens the door to Alex's room and sees that everything is gone) Okay, we're gonna be okay. You and I, we're a team, right? We're tough. We have that in common. I am very glad you're here. I didn't think your first day would be quite like this, but I'm gonna get it together, and we're gonna figure it out.
Meredith (closing voiceover): There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't 'cause I thought I'd be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It's easier to be alone. Because what if you learn that you need love and then you don't have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if if you shape your life around it, and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is death ends. This, it could go on forever.