Meredith (opening voiceover): As surgeons we are trained to consult with each other to get opposing views. We even encourage patients to seek second opinions. But why seek a second opinion when you know that you are right? Cause if we are honest with ourselves, surgeons are more like cowboys. We are more likely to go it alone.
Meredith: Non-carcinogenic pulmonary oedema.
Cristina: Aortic pulmonary dissection.
Meredith: Yes! No. Wait, no. That's not right. Well, what I'm saying is that I finally understand the complexities of post-obstructive pulmonary oedema.
Cristina (watching a nurse in the distance): Uh huh.
Meredith: Because I've been up since 4:00 A.M, studying for the boards with Callie. Since 4:00 A.M. I haven't seen my husband or my baby since yesterday. I don't even care, because Callie blew my mind. She blew my mind. My hair is on fire. I mean, literally-- flames shooting out of my head.
Cristina: Mmm. Yeah, that's really-- (sees the nurse walking away) Whatever, you know what? I'm gonna catch up with you later. (starts following the nurse, Mer follows her)
Meredith: I mean, she's that good. I am gonna kill the boards. I am gonna make the boards my bitch.
Cristina: Yeah, boards, bitch, got it.
Meredith: Because I-- (Cristina stops walking when she sees the nurse turn around and Mer runs into her) Ow! What are we doing?
Meredith: You look weird. Why do you look so weird?
Cristina: I do not look weird. You were talking about... uh, the boards.
Meredith: I was talking about what a good teacher Callie is, and you weren't listening.
Cristina: No, I-I was listening.
Meredith: What did I say? Cristina?
Cristina: Your hair is fire, Callie is that good, the boards are your bitch. I-I gotta go.
Meredith: The boards are my bitch.
Meredith: My mother used to have trouble with the stove, too, and then she started getting lost driving and then she started leaving the house in the middle of the night.
Richard: Adele's fine. And we're-- we're managing.
Meredith: Rose Ridge is top notch-- Great doctors, great facility.
Richard: Yeah, I know, I know. We're just not there yet.
Meredith: Any deeper and this burn could've retired you from surgery.
Richard: Yeah, I'll-- I'll look into it.
Meredith: You're just trying to shut me up.
Richard: Yeah, how am I doing?
Meredith: I don't have pull many places, but I'm kind of a big deal there. So if you need me to make a call for you, I can.
Richard: What do you think, Adele?
Adele: It's nice. But it's too small for us. You're a doctor. You said that you could afford a house. We certainly couldn't possibly start a family here. Richard... Where would the nursery go?
Richard: You're right, honey. It's too small. I said I'd get you a house. Let's go.
Teddy: I got it.
Callie: Got what?
Teddy: The grant. Four million to grow hearts from stem cells.
Callie: You got it? (they hug)
Teddy: I'm gonna grow hearts. Can you believe it?
Callie: Oh, my God, Teddy, that's amazing.
Teddy: I- I must've not done as bad as I thought this morning unless-- Or I charmed them with my fumbling desperation. I- I have no idea. I don't care. I got it.
Alex: I have to listen to his chest.
Alex (to the baby): Hey, Ali, how you doin'?
Morgan: Why do you call him that?
Alex: It's for the preemie babies without names or the ones with weak names, like, uh, Felix or Claude. You know, we like to give 'em fighters' names like, Boris, or Butch, or... Molly, you know, to help 'em weather the storm.
Morgan: I like that. We'll take what we can get.
Derek: Do you have a problem?
Nurse: Excuse me?
Bailey: Oh, no.
Derek: I mean, it's 2012. You want to be shocked by the sight of a white man with a black baby... you're about three decades too late.
Bailey: I'm sorry. Don't listen to him. (drags him away) Wh- What is wrong with--
Derek: She's unbelievable.
Bailey: She was not staring at you because Daddy's white and his daughter is black. She was staring at you two because Daddy has nice hair, maybe perfect hair, but for whatever reason, his daughter's hair is 31 flavours of wrong. It's hard on the eyes. Look, you are white, but your daughter is black. Do your baby's hair!
Lexie: I can't wait to get back to neuro. At least with lost causes, you know where you stand, and the patients can tell you when they have had enough. I don't know how Morgan can bear it. I.. I don't know how any of you can.
Alex: Come here. (showing her pictures of preemies) Jolene Joramo, one pound, four ounces at birth. She's 12 years old now. She's a goalie. Uh... Benji Gellerman, one pound, two ounces at birth. He's 9 years old, plays the trumpet. This one, Hannah Slavin? I worked on her myself. She looked like a hamster when she came out. Her dad just called, said she took her first steps. Some of them survive.
(Derek and Bailey are doing Zola's hair)
Derek: Hey, Meredith. Did you know Zola has a kitchen?
Meredith: Yes, Derek. I know all about Zola's kitchen.
Meredith (closing voiceover): You can seek the advice of others, surround yourself with trusted advisers, but in the end, the decision is always yours and yours alone. And when it's time to act and you are all alone with your back against the wall, the only voice that matters is the one in your head, the one telling you what you already probably knew. The one that's almost always right.