Meredith: (opening voiceover): I had a terrible day. We say it all the time; a fight with a boss, a stomach flu, traffic. That's what we describe as terrible when nothing terrible is happening.
Cristina: What did Janet say? ... Meredith?
Meredith: We're not getting her back.
Cristina: Wh-What do you mean? What exactly did she say?
Meredith: That we're not getting her back.
Cristina: She said that?
Meredith: She said that the court cancelled our hearing date, and when they do that, it means either one or two things. Either they look at our file and they love us and they're giving her to us, in which case they call Janet and they tell her that. Or... that they hate us and they're giving her to another family. And she didn't get the 'I love us' call.
Cristina: Well, maybe they didn't get around to it.
Meredith: She said that we should move on. That's what she said. You wanna know her exact words, were-- 'I think it's time that you and Derek start thinking about moving on.'
Cristina: Oh my, God. (softly) How could they do this? You can cry.
Meredith: I don't want to cry.
Cristina: I know.
Meredith: I'm never gonna see her again. (Cristina hugs her) Okay, stop. I don't want to cry.
Cristina: Meredith is in the E.R.
Derek: Look at this. Scalpels from the 1860s. I want to get 'em for Meredith.
Cristina: She needs to talk to you.
Derek: Oh, can you distract her? It's on eBay and I got 25 minutes left on the auction.
Cristina: Derek, Janet called. (Derek looks at Cristina, and then runs out of the room)
Alex: It's probably a mistake. You know, courts, they screw up all the time. You call 'em in the morning and--
Meredith: It's over, Alex. It's been over for awhile. Everyone knew it. No one wants to say it.
Alex: So-- So get a surrogate or whatever. You can't just write off having a family like that. Get Yang to carry a kid for 'ya, she gets knocked up with a drop of a hat--
Meredith: If you don't shut up in the next three seconds, I'm gonna shove you out the back of the rig.
Mark: She doesn't want any kids at all?
Derek: Zola was her baby. She doesn't want another baby.
Mark: Ah, she'll come around. She's upset, give her some time.
Derek: I don't know.
Mark: Look, it it doesn't work out you can always share Sofia. There's three of us parenting her already. Kind of work. No one is getting to exhausted, you're not on every night. We can work in the rotation.
Derek: She's a baby, she is not a time share in Cabo.
Mark: You're close minded. That's your problem.
Teddy: Oh, hello, again. How's he doing?
Owen: Uh, he's fine, woozy. Uh, vitals are good.
Teddy: Did they run a post-op C.T?
Owen: Uh, not yet.
Teddy: But Cristina felt that she got good margins?
Owen: Oh, yes.
Teddy: Did she figure it out? Who she was operating on?
Owen (laughs): No.
Teddy: See? I told you. Sometimes her lack of interest in a patient as a human being can come in handy. Did you talk to Henry about med school?
Teddy (laughs): You're a coward. You know, if you think that you're off the hook, you're wrong. I mean, this could ruin the next five to ten years of my life. You do understand that right? I mean, helping him study for his MCATs, quizzing him on anatomy? I couldn't go through that again. I'll put a bullet through my head.
Cristina: That was pathetic.
Alex: Shut up.
Meredith (laughing): She told you to go screw yourself, we could hear it all the way over here.
Alex: It's not 'cause she wasn't into me.
Cristina: Oh, does 'go screw yourself' have some secret meaning that we're not aware of?
Alex: I kind of already knew her... I just didn't remember.
Meredith (smirks): You slept with her before and forgot about it and then tried to pick her up all over again?
Cristina: You're not even drinking.
Meredith: I have a history of Alzheimer's my family. What's your excuse?
Alex: It's O'Malley's fault. I mean, talkin' about dead people, it throws me off my game, that's all.
Meredith (closing voiceover): These are the things we beg for: a root canal, an I.R.S. audit, coffee spilled on our clothes. When the really terrible things happen, we start begging the god we don't believe in to bring back the little horrors, and take away this. It seems quaint now, doesn't it? The flood in the kitchen, the poison oak, the fight that leaves you shaking with rage. Would it've helped if we could see what else was coming? Would we've known that those were the best moments of our lives?