Meredith: (to Derek) I need you to tell Mark to keep his little Sloan out of little Grey.
Izzie: I said goodbye. I burned the sweater!
Denny: Yeah, thanks for that, by the way. I loved that sweater. You made me that sweater. Izzie, stop freaking out.
Izzie: You're not real. You're not real.
Denny: Hey, I told you.
Izzie: You're not real! You're not real! You're not real!
Denny: Look at me. Touch me. (Izzie touches Denny) See? Told you I was real.
Cristina: I'm sorry. We lost him. The patient. I'm sorry.
Owen: I don't need you to be sorry. I don't need you to be sorry. I don't need you ...
Cristina: Alright, alright. (they kiss)
Meredith: (closing voiceover) The ties that binds us are sometimes impossible to explain. They connect us even after it seems like the ties should be broken. Some bonds defy distance and time and logic because some ties are simply meant to be.