(standing outside of the hospital)
Burke: Coming or going?
Izzie: I don’t know.
Burke: Me either.
George: You’ve been standing out here for a while.
Izzie: For a while I stood over there.
George: Maybe you should sit down.
Izzie: I don’t want to sit down.
George: Maybe you should sit down anyway.
Izzie: Go inside, George.
George: Izzie, seriously.
Izzie: I hate the bride thing. I hate the pictures in the magazines with the girl with the veil and the flowers that she’s sniffing. Like it never occurred to stick her nose in there until there was a camera pointed at her. I hate the idea of bridesmaids. And the colors. And does the bustle make my ass look bigger or smaller. I hate the whole thing. And I never wanted to be that girl, that girl is stupid. And shallow. Why the hell is that girl still running through my head?
Izzie: I’m going to do it, George. I’m going to walk through those doors. I just need to make sure that when I’m standing in front of the chief of surgery I'm not thinking about my wedding dress. And that’s gonna take a minute.
(about Finn and Derek)
Cristina: You had a dream about the both of them. Threesome? Nice. Just when I think you’re boring, you rise.
Meredith: I’m dating. And, it comes with snacks.
Meredith: (to Derek and Finn) Enough, this is not dating. I want moonlight, and flowers, and candy, and people trying to feel me up. Nobody is trying to feel me up. Nobody is even looking at me. I'm an intern. Do you the two of you have any idea how much effort it takes to do all this. I'm waxed, I'm plucked and I have a clean top on; and the two of you are looking at each other. No, my fantasy is not two men looking at each other. No talking until one of you figures out how to put on a date. I want heat. I want romance. Damnit I want to feel like a freaking lady.
Addison: Weren’t you just on 3?
Meredith: I was. We lost a patient, a little girl and I was just --
Addison: Look, why don’t you pick a floor and stay on it, and I’ll pick a floor and stay on that. Because I really need a moment or two without you. Your face shows up in my head, your panties show up in my husband’s pocket. Really, you’re everywhere, and I need a moment or two without you.
Meredith: I get that.
Addison: You missed your plane.
Mark: Grounded on account of bad weather.
Addison: It’s a cloudless sky, that happens, like, twice a year in Seattle.
Mark: Yeah, but there’s a typhoon in New York.
Alex: We need to run a CT on this kid’s abdomen. This superhero stuff’s way outta hand.
Bailey: So what if she thinks she’s a superhero? I believed in Santa Claus ‘til I was 11.
Alex: Really? Did Santa ever hit you in the gut with a baseball bat?