Meredith: (opening voiceover) Some days the whole world seems upside down. And then, somehow, improbably and when you least expect it, the world rights itself again.
Cristina: You did a good job today. That was not easy. What you did was not easy, it was brave.
Lexie: We killed him. The hospital, Sloan, us. We were not prepared.
Cristina: Yeah. Yeah, that happens sometimes.
Lexie: That’s...you have any idea how backwards that is?
Cristina: We help more than we hurt.
Cristina: You know, what you did, pulling me off of Hahn's surgery, was an abuse of power. You needed help, okay, but you used me, because of the colour of my skin. I mean, you compromised the quality of my education because of my colour. I resent it.
Cristina: Hey, I brought supplies. She's got no one.
Meredith: I'm drinking. Are you drinking, Lexie?
Lexie: Yeah, a drink would be good.
George: Well, Dr. Bailey did save your life today. A black woman saved your life at great personal cost. So maybe next time you're looking at your tattoo, and you're thinking how much better all us white guys are than everyone else, you think about that. Because between you and me, if I had been alone in that O.R., you'd probably be dead right now. And, uh, since we're sharing belief systems, I believe, if you were dead, the world would be a better place.
Izzie: Do you want me to keep the family informed?
Erica: I want you to think like a surgeon. You're thinking like a social worker. If you wanna be a social worker you can save yourself a lot of effort because the training is two years not twelve. If you wanna be a surgeon, you can update the family when the crisis has passed.
Bailey: You need to go back out there and tell him that I took a vow, a vow to save lives. He might also remember that he took a vow for better or for worse. You tell him that it's his job as a husband to understand that. You tell him I am standing by my vow for better or for worse. You tell him I am holding him to his vow.
Meredith: (closing voiceover) At the end of the day the experience of practicing medicine bears little resemblance to the dream. We go into medicine because we want to save lives. We go into medicine because we want to do good. We go into medicine for the rush, for the high, for the ride. But what we remember at the end of most days are the losses, what we lay awake at night replaying is the pain we caused, the ills we couldn’t cure, the lives we ruined or failed to save. At the end of the day, the reality is nothing like we hope. The reality is, at the end of the day, more often than not, turned inside out and upside down.