02x22 - The Name of the Game

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GREY'S ANATOMY

2x22: The Name of the Game

Original Airdate: 4/02/2006

Written by: Blythe Robe

Directed by: Seith Mann

(Joe's Bar)

MVO: A good basketball game can have us all on the edge of our seats. Games are all about the glory, the pain and the play-by-play.

(Meredith is sitting at the bar knitting, Derek is watching from afar.)

MVO: And then there are the more solitary games.

Joe (To Derek): Dude, is she knitting?

MVO: The games we each play all by ourselves.

(Derek walks up)

Derek: You know, as a friend, I got to tell you, you look a little weird.

Meredith: I am making a sweater.

Joe: You're knitting. In a bar. You can't knit in a bar. You're scaring the customers.

Derek: Come on, have a drink.

Meredith: I can't have a drink. I'm celibate.

Joe: You mean sober? She means sober.

Meredith: No. Celibate. I'm practicing celibacy, and drinking does not go well with celibacy, because it makes everything and everyone seem kind of p*rn. And then my head gets all cloudy and then the next thing you know, I'm naked. And my point is, I'm celibate, and knitting is good for surgical dexterity, so I'm making a sweater.

Derek: You, celibate? I just don't buy it.

Meredith: No more men.

(Addison walks up)

Addison: No more men? Really? You? And I'm asking because we are friends.

Meredith: Every guy I meet turns out to be married.

Derek: Ooh. Ouch.

Meredith: Sorry. Or Mark.

Addison: Ok, I'm gonna go over there now.

Meredith: Sorry.

(Addison walks away)

Meredith: Or remember the horrible thing I did? Remember George?

Derek: You're making a sweater.

Meredith: I am making a sweater.

MVO: The social games, the mind games, we use them to pass the time. To make life more interesting. To distract us from what's really going on.

(Izzie is sitting in Denny's room, knitting)

Izzie: He's just not George anymore. He's broken George. First he chops off his hair. Then he starts hanging out with this Callie. That is not a name. Callie. Who is she anyway? I'm his best friend. Not that he talks to me anymore.

Denny: Triple word score. 69 points. Woman, I'm b*ating the pants off you. Pay attention. What the hell are you doing?

Izzie: I'm knitting a sweater. Actually, Meredith, that's my friend, the friend that broke George, she is knitting a sweater. She's not really knitting the sweater, because she cannot knit. But I want her to think she is knitting a sweater because she and I took a celibacy vow, so she's replacing sex with knitting, and so I'm knitting pieces of Meredith's sweater so I can switch them out with hers so she can really believe she's knitting because if anybody needs to be celibate, it's Meredith, because she broke George. You know?

Denny: You took a vow of celibacy?

Izzie: Yes.

Denny: How am I supposed to get in your pants if you took a vow of celibacy?

Izzie: That is a very inappropriate thing to say to your doctor.

Denny: You know what's inappropriate? Promising sexual favors to a patient in order to get him to live and then backing out.

Izzie: Denny Duquette! I so never ever promised...

Denny: In my head, you did. In my head, you delivered.

Izzie: Well...

Denny: Don't worry. You weren't very good.

Izzie: Ok. You know what? I was being nice. I was letting you win. Because you're "Mr. Sick Needs a New Organ Guy." But just for that comment, I'm going to kick your ass. Yeah, I'm going to...You put down "mount," Denny?

MVO: There are those of us who love to play games. Any game.

(Cristina, Burke, George and Callie are playing a game at Cristina and Burke's apartment.)

MVO: And there are those of us who love to play...a little too much.

George: Ok, uh, disastrous FEMA director. No.

Callie: Oh, uh. Oh.

George: Um, poo is?

Callie: Brown. Poo is brown! Micheal Brown!

George: Yes!

Cristina: Time! Time!

George and Callie: Whoo! Whoo!

George: Yeah, thank you.

Burke: Impressive, O'Malley.

George: Thanks.

Burke: "Poo is"?

Callie: Apparently, we think alike.

Cristina: Wow, can't believe you're proud of that.

Callie: Hey, are you supposed to, um, open the papers ahead of time?

George: Hey!

Cristina: It's called strategy.

Burke: Cristina, it's a game.

Cristina: I know that.

Burke: Well, you just seem a little intense and we're just trying to have some fun.

Cristina: I'm having fun. Lets do this. Ok.

George: Are you ready?

Cristina: Mm-hmm.

George: Go.

Cristina: Blond ambition tour. (Burke says nothing) Blond ambition tour.

Callie: Oh!

Cristina: Vogue. (Burke says nothing) Oh, are you kidding? Ok, she's blonde, she's blonde! She's ambitious. With the...she's ambitious! And with the tour! And the vogueing! And the...Honey, ok, look at me! (To George) Ok...Shut up! Cones! Cones! Blond ambition, boob cones, and, uh, vogueing, honey, vogueing. Sean Penn! Sean Penn!

George: Time! (Cristina looks frustrated) Zero points for Madonna.

Burke: Oh! Madonna. Right.

(Gallery, Cristina is pacing and Meredith and Izzie are knitting.)

Cristina: Who doesn't know Madonna?

Izzie: (Coughing) Sore loser.

Cristina: I am not a sore loser. You know, and so what if I am? See, the whole point of games is that there's a winner. A first place. You want a second best surgeon operating on you? No, you want the very best. And second best is mediocre. And to settle for mediocrity is...is frankly, you know, a sign of self-loathing and substandard work ethics. I've gotta get George out of my apartment.

Meredith: You know, you could sleep with him and then right in the middle start crying. It's painful and humiliating and unbelievably cruel, but apparently it works.

Izzie: Would you just keep knitting? Kick him out so that he can come back home to us.

Cristina: No, I can't kick him out. You know, he's Burke's puppy. It's gotta be Burke's idea. I just gotta figure out a way to make him do it.

(OR where Burke is operating)

Burke: Got a lot of metastatic disease here. How do we proceed?

Alex: Definitely excise the endopronchial mets for symptomatic palliation.

Burke: You've been doing your homework, Karev.

Alex: Lot of late nights.

Burke: Look at this. The mets have adhered to her chest wall.

Alex: Dude, she's toast.

Burke: Don't you think that's a little insensitive, Dr. Karev?

Alex: She can't hear me.

Burke: You don't know that. Bedside manner is part of the job, Karev. Late nights won't get you anywhere. You have to figure that out.

(Derek walks up to Addison in the hall)

Derek: Good morning.

Addison: You going into surgery or coming out?

Derek: Going in. I had to push back. Doc's sick.

Addison: Sick? What are his symptoms?

Derek: Polydipsia, lethargy, and vomiting.

Addison: Any sign of fever or dehydration?

Derek: It's unclear. I was considering running a course of IV antibiotics and a saline drip.

Addison: Seriously?

Derek: No, Addison. He's a dog. I dropped him off at the vet. They're gonna run some tests and observe him overnight. Meredith will check on him later.

Addison: I gotta run, I got a transfer in from Mercy West. Will you wait for me to go home?

Derek: Yeah.

(Cristina is in a class)

Teacher: Today we'll be covering...

(Cristina raises her hand)

Teacher: Yes?

Cristina: Cristina Yang. First year, surgical intern. I'm just wondering if we're going to be covering both intra and extracorporeal knots in today's seminar?

Teacher: We'll be training in all aspects of laparascopic general surgery. Starting with basic instrumentation...

(Richard sits down behind Cristina)

Richard: Dr. Yang.

Cristina: Chief.

Teacher: ...including tissue approximation. The suggested time for...

Cristina: You're taking the class?

Richard: It's a good refresher course, should be fun.

Cristina: Fun. Yeah.

Teacher: Now, who would like to volunteer for our first...(Cristina immediately raises her hand.) Dr. Yang.

(George is in Molly Thompson's room.)

George: Molly Thompson, 22 years old, 32 weeks pregnant. Transferred here from Mercy West when an ultrasound diagnosed the baby with congenital diaphragmatic hernia.

Addison: Hello, Molly. I'm Dr. Addison Shepherd.

Molly: You're supposed to be the best.

Susan: And not to put any pressure on you, or anything, but this is my baby carrying my grandchild so I really hope that you are. The best, I mean.

Molly: Mom, you're kind of threatening the doctor. Don't thr*aten the doctor. It doesn't help.

Susan: Sorry. My husband tells me I have to try not to be such a mother lion because Molly's a grown woman and has her own life and everything, but...roar.

Addison: It's ok. I can take it. I am the best.

Molly: You can fix this, though? Right?

Addison: We'll insert a scope into your uterus and then inflate a little balloon in the baby's airway, which should help stimulate the lungs to grow. It's not going to be easy on either of you. But I do have a strong record with this surgery.

(Addison and George start to leave)

Addison: Make sure you get her to the MRI and get me the results as soon as you can.

George: I will.

(There is a man standing outside the door of Molly's room.)

George: Sir? Can I help you find something?

Man: Uh...is there a Dr. Meredith Grey working today?

George: Yes.

Man: She's here in the hospital, right now?

George: I can have someone page her for you if you want me to.

Man: No. No. Thanks.

George: Wait! Excuse me, sir. Are you...What's your name?

Man: Thatcher.

George: You're...

Thatcher: Grey. Yeah.

George: You're Meredith's father.

Thatcher: Yeah.

George: Are you sure you don't want me to page her for you?

Thatcher: No. I'm sorry. It's complicated.

(Molly's mother comes out of the room)

Susan: Thatcher, honey? We're right here.

Thatcher: Oh. Oh. There you are, Susan.

Susan: Did you tell him? I roared a little. Couldn't help it.

Thatcher: Oh. Oh, well, I knew you would. Uh...

George: I'm sorry, I'm Dr. O'Malley. I'm, uh...

Thatcher: Uh, well, excuse us. Uh...check on our daughter.

(Bailey is standing in front of the OR board, Derek walks up.)

Derek: Uh, Dr. Bailey! You have an extra intern?

Bailey: I'm available.

Derek: No, no, no, no. I said intern.

Bailey: Shepherd, look at the board.

Derek: Ok. What am I looking at?

Bailey: My name isn't up there. It wasn't up there yesterday and it won't be tomorrow.

Derek: What'd you do piss of the Chief?

Bailey: Yeah. I pissed off the Chief. I went and had a baby. I gave birth. I created a human life. I'm a surgeon. We don't do that. He's mommy tracking me.

Derek: He's just going easy on you.

Bailey: No, I change diapers, I clean spit up, I sing the ABC's. I'm covered in mommy. But that does not mean I will be mommy tracked.

Derek: You're freaking out.

Bailey: I just need a surgery. I need a surgery, now. So for today, I'm your intern. I have not begun to freak out.

Derek: All right. Come on.

(Izzie and Meredith are standing at a nurse's station)

Izzie: Cristina told me that George had a date with Ortho chick. Games night. She didn't even take him home afterwards. She hinted that she wanted to and then she said she couldn't. That's weird, right?

Meredith: George made it perfectly clear that I'm not in his life anymore.

Izzie: Think Ortho chick is hiding something? She could be hiding something.

(Callie walks up)

Callie: Stevens. Hold this. (Throws a tool at Izzie) George mentioned you're not big on ortho. Grey? Take the osteotome and the mallet. (Hands tools to Meredith) Follow me.

(Seattle Scenes)

(Beatrice Carvers room, Alex and Burke are there)

Alex: Ms. Carver, unfortunately, we found that the cancer has metastasized to your chest wall. We took out a small tumor obstructing your airway which will help with your breathing buy...it's not a cure.

Beatrice: So this is the end of the line. That's what you're saying? This is it? I die now?

Burke: Beatrice...

Beatrice: I want you to go back in and I want you to cut out everything that you can. As much as you can. I want as much time as you can give me, you understand?

Burke: Unfortunately, any additional surgery...

Beatrice: Excuse me.

(A young lady, Amelia enters the room)

Daughter: Mom, I'm not eating any of that crap in the cafeteria. I mean, we're gonna have to order in Thai food or something because I'm starving and the food here blows.

Beatrice: I'll have the nurse bring a menu by and we can have a picnic in bed.

Amelia: God, mom, how many doctors do you have?

Beatrice: They were just leaving.

(She flips on the television and Burke and Alex leave.)

(Class with Cristina and Richard)

Teacher: In five to ten years, cutting, as we know it, will be virtually obsolete. Very nice, Dr. Yang.

Cristina: Thank you, sir.

Teacher: A little less tension there, Chief. Watch your grip. There you go.

Richard: (To Cristina) I wasn't copying you.

Cristina: Of course not, sir. (Loudly) Done! I'm done! I totally finished first. I'm done.

(Izzie, Meredith and Callie are working on a patient)

Izzie: So, Dr. Torres...

Callie: Hold it steady, Grey.

Izzie: Did you always know you wanted to specialize in orthopedics?

Callie: Did you always know you wanted to model?

Izzie: Oh, ok.

Callie: Grey, I mean it. Watch your grip.

Izzie: And your husband? Is he a doctor too?

Callie: What are you trying to ask me, Dr. Stevens? My history? My marital status? My deep dark little secrets?

Izzie: I'm George's best friend.

Callie: Oh, I see. Well, it's just funny because from what I understand, as his best friend, you haven't been the best matchmaker in the past.

(Izzie is walking down a set of stairs, George is standing on the landing.)

Izzie: Hi.

George: Hey.

Izzie: Your hair's growing out, which is nice. I still think you should cut it. I could cut it for you, if we still lived together. Or we could just hang out and talk, about stuff. Like your new friend, Callie. She's, uh, she's very, um...You know, if you like her, I will like her. Eventually.

George: I can't escape her.

Izzie: What?

George: All I want to do is forget her. All I want to do is just escape her and...you know, I can't.

Izzie: You want to escape Callie? Thank God, because she is like a total freak and I'm starting to get really worried about you. (She looks at George who is just standing there) Not Callie. Sorry. Oops. Who? Or, uh...oh! Meredith again.

George: Let me tell you something. The minute I tell what I'm about to tell you, this officially becomes your problem. Not mine.

Izzie: Ok.

George: Meredith has a sister.

(Derek and Bailey are in surgery)

Derek: How we doing?

Doctor: Turning the skull flap. Patient's sedated.

Derek: Very nice. Nicely done.

Bailey: He's a kid.

Derek: Yes.

Bailey: I just didn't think it would be a kid. A tumor that size...What happens now?

Derek: Now we wake him up.

Bailey: We're doing awake brain surgery on him.

Derek: Yes. Thank you. Andrew? A little more. Andrew? Can you hear me? Hey, want to count for me?

Andrew: One...

Derek: Good. Keep going.

Andrew: Two. Three.

Derek: The tumor is located near the language center of the brain. It's always important that we don't damage it. Andrew? I need you to keep talking. Can you do that? Can you talk to me?

Andrew: I'll...I'll try.

Derek: Great. Now what grade are you in?

Andrew: Um...seventh.

Derek: You into sports?

Andrew: Not really?

Derek: How about baseball?

Andrew: Um...baseball's a sport.

Derek: Right. Ok. What about, uh, girls? Do you have any girlfriends?

Andrew: No.

Bailey: Um...you probably don't have tome for girlfriends, right, Andrew? Probably too busy, right?

Andrew: Yes, ma'am.

Bailey: What are you busy doing?

Andrew: Getting ready for the National Spelling Bee. I won the greater regionals last month.

Bailey: Oh, well, in that case, you need to spell some words for us. Uh, can you do that?

Andrew: Sure.

Bailey: Good. Uh...

Derek: You usually provide the word, Dr. Bailey.

Bailey: I don't hear you coming up with one. Uh, lets see. Oh, right! Um, "acetaminophen."

Andrew: Acetaminophen. Origin of the word?

Bailey: Heck if I know.

(Addison and George pass in the hall.)

Addison: Do you have Molly's MRI results?

George: No, I haven't. Not yet.

Addison: What the hall have you been doing then?

George: I was just going...

Addison: When I assign you to a case of mine I expect you to give it your full and undivided attention. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't take you off this case.

George: Molly Thompson's maiden name is Grey. Her father is Thatcher Grey. Thatcher Grey is also Meredith's father. Which means that, Molly and Meredith are sisters, but I don't think Meredith even knows Molly exists. That... I don't care. I don't, except I'm on this case and apparently God hates me.

Addison: Ok.

George: Ok, thanks.

(Alex and Burke enter Beatrice's room)

Beatrice: I want all this out now. I'm getting out of the hospital.

Burke: Oh, we can't, Beatrice. You just had major surgery...

Beatrice: Tomorrow is my daughter's birthday. Apparently, it's the last one I get to celebrate. I'm not spending it in here.

Burke: Ok. I'm so sorry. But if we remove this tube, your lung will collapse. I'm sure you don't want to spend your daughter's birthday this way.

Beatrice: I'm a quick healer. I'm breathing better since the surgery.

Burke: That is because we removed some of the tumor opened up your airway. That doesn't mean that you are well. All right? If you try to leave, you're at risk of infection or hemorrhage.

Alex: Your kid doesn't even know you have cancer. You really want to risk dropping dead on the street outside the hospital?

(Alex and Burke leave the room)

Burke: Dr. Karev. So you thought...scaring her back in the bed was the way to go?

Alex: It worked, didn't it? She's lying to her kid.

Burke: She's frightened. She's in shock. It is not your job or your place to take a tone like that with a patient. Not ever. Are we understood?

Alex: Yes, sir.

(Izzie, Cristina and George are having lunch in the outdoor cafeteria)

Izzie: So what are the sister and the father like?

Cristina: Like? They're like people Meredith is related to and never met.

George: They're nice.

Izzie: Can you imagine? A sister, a whole family you know nothing about. You think she's going to freak out?

George: It's not my responsibility to care.

Cristina: Heads up. Heads up.

(Richard walks up and sits down at their table.)

George: Hey, chief. Seems I'm a little rusty on my bead transfer and rope pass. Dr. Yang here, has been kicking my ass all day.

Izzie: Oh, I can't imagine, Chief.

Richard: No, really, she has. Of course, spend and precision aren't the most important surgical skills, Dr. Yang. The basics are the key. You need a solid foundation before anything else. Ok, um...We'll, I'll see you back at the lab. Enjoy your lunch.

George: You too.

Izzie: Have a nice day, sir.

(Richard leaves)

Cristina: Ok, I really am kicking the Chief's ass.

(Meredith walks up and sits down and George leaves)

Izzie: George.

George: Not my responsibility. See you guys.

Cristina: So who's going to be the...

Meredith: It's ok. I can accept rejection. I've got my knitting.

Cristina: Mer...

Meredith: The weird thing is, I thought I just saw my father.

Izzie: Ok. That's good. That's so good.

Cristina: Hmm. Did you meet your sister too?

(Andrew's OR)

Andrew: "Appoggiatura" won last year. Year before that? Akshay Buddiga. He fainted, then got up and spelled the word "alopecoid." Kid's a major legend.

Derek: All right. Now it's my turn. "Fibromyalgia."

Bailey: Fibromyalgia?

Derek: Yeah, what's wrong with fibromyalgia?

Bailey: Andrew won the regionals. He's going to D.C. He's probably insulted by fibromyalgia.

Andrew: Fibromyalgia.

Derek: Suction.

Andrew: F-I-B-R-O-M-Y-A-L-G-I-A. Fibromyalgia. She's right. That was kind of easy.

Derek: Ok. You want me to bring on the heat? I'll bring on the heat. "Omphalocele."

Andrew: Omphalocele.

Derek: Mm-hmm. More suction in there.

Andrew: (Slurring) Omphalocele.

Derek: Ok.

Bailey: Andrew? What's happening?

Derek: Mark that. We've hit the language center. We have to pull back.

Bailey: Andrew? Andrew? Oh, Andrew. Andrew. Uh, spell it again for me.

Derek: Give me the probe.

Bailey: Dr. Shepherd's working on it. I don't want you to be scared. I want you to wait. Wait, I want you to hold on.

Derek: Mark that as well, please. Ok, try now.

Bailey: Ok. All right, Andrew, spell "omphalocele" one more time for me.

Andrew: Omphalocele.

Derek: Mark that, please.

Andrew: O-M-P-H-A-L-O-C-E-L-E. Omphalocele.

Bailey: That's it. That's perfect. (Sniffling)

Andrew: Dr. Bailey, are you crying?

Bailey: Ooh! I got something in my eye.

Derek: You're doing great, Andrew. We're almost done.

Bailey: Stop looking at me like that. It's my hormones.

Derek: Mm-hmm.

Bailey: I'm still a surgeon. I'm just a surgeon with an excess of estrogen. Deal with it. Andrew, can you spell "estrogen"?

Andrew: E-S-T-R-O-G-E-N.

Derek: Here's a word for you. "Delusional."

Andrew: Delusional.

(Cristina and Richard's class. Cristina and Richard are preparing to battle!)

Teacher: Today's final assignment will show how well you can take the skills you have learned and apply them to a single operation. You may begin.

(Addison is in Molly's room. Meredith walks by peeking in.)

Addison: So I'm gonna do the surgery with a small scope. It will be minimally invasive. And then you should be able to do the rest of your recovery from home.

Molly: Thank you. Yeah, Ok.

(Addison sees Meredith in the hall)

Addison: Uh...(Nods to Meredith to enter) Uh, Molly, this is Dr...uh...This is Meredith. She's going to be...continuing your prep work and taking your vitals, ok?

Molly: Ok.

Meredith: Hi.

Molly: Hey.

Meredith: Uh, do you mind if I, um...?

Molly: No, it's fine.

Meredith: Ok.

Molly: I'm getting used to being poked and prodded.

Meredith: That's, uh, a pretty ring.

Molly: Oh, thanks. It was my grandma's and then my mom's. You think I'm too young to be married.

Meredith: No, I...

Molly: That's ok. Everybody thinks I'm too young. If I saw me, id think I was too young.

Meredith: Um, how...how old are you?

Molly: 22. Eric's 23. And he's in the army and he was getting shipped out. And...I just love him so much, you know? Anyway, I proposed.

Meredith: Oh. And your, uh, parents? They approve?

Molly: Oh. Oh, my parents are amazing. You know how dads can be. Mine's pretty overprotective. But...you know, at my wedding, when he gave me away, my dad cried, which was...I had never seen my dad cry before. But I think it was also kind of weird for him 'cause I'm his little girl. You know, I'm the youngest, and my sister's like nowhere near ready for marriage. But...it was good crying. Like...he was proud of me, you know? I'm sorry. I'm just nervous, so I'm talking.

Meredith: No, that's ok. So you have a sister?

Molly: Yeah, Lexie. She's in medical school. Harvard. She's the smart one. You should see how my dad is about her. He's like crazy proud.

Meredith: Well, I'm going to go.

Molly: Meredith?

Meredith: Hmm?

Molly: Do you think my baby's going to be ok?

Meredith: Oh. Well, I hope so.

Molly: Me too.

Meredith: Ok.

(Meredith enters a room, slamming the door behind her. Callie and Izzie are in there.)

Meredith: I need some bones to break.

Callie: What?

Meredith: Some bones to break. Something to smash. Can you help me with that, please?

Callie: Um...you can clean up this cast crap if you want.

(Meredith starts pounding on the cast with a hammer.)

Callie: Is she freaking out?

Izzie: No. Uh-uh. She's fine.

Meredith: Oh.

Izzie: She's great. So, George...he's really, really your type, huh?

Callie: You don't see him. Either of you. You don't see him. He's just...He's just George to you. He's...He's just O'Malley. Your roommate.

Izzie: You don't have to get all up...

Callie: He makes my world stop. George O'Malley is sweet and kind, and smart and strong.

(Meredith is still pounding away on the cast)

Callie: And he makes my world stop. So you shut up about him. (To Meredith) Don't forget to clean it up. When you're done smashing.

(Callie leaves)

Izzie: Holy crap! George is her McDreamy.

Meredith: Oh.

(Cristina and Richard's class. Cristina looks over and Richard has his eyes closed.)

Richard: I'm done. I'm done. I'm done.

Teacher: Flawless, Chief Webber. Absolutely flawless.

Richard; They call me Dr. Webber. That's why I'm the chief. That's why I'm the chief. (Singing) That's why I'm the chief. Chief.

(Beatrice's room. Alex is in there and her daughter enters)

Amelia: So when is my mom getting out of here?

Beatrice: I'm sorry, honey, but it's going to be a few days. Can you call aunt Sue? See if she can pick you up?

Amelia: So I get to spend my birthday hanging out with Aunt Sue? Perfect.

Beatrice: I promise you, next year. Next year well do something really special for your birthday. You name it. It's done. I promise.

Amelia: Whatever.

(The daughter leaves the room)

Alex: So, this whole lying thing? This is working out for you?

Beatrice: Excuse me?

Alex: You're going to die. And soon. You get that, right? There's no rosy picture to paint here.

Beatrice: You're not a mother. You don't know what it's like to hold your newborn baby in your arms, and smell her head and know that your only job in the world is to protect her.

Alex: You think you're protecting her?

Beatrice: I am protecting her.

Alex: I guess you can call it what you want. But you should just know, you're leaving behind a kid that will probably hate you the rest of her life.

(Burke clears his throat, he has been listening at the door.)

Burke: Dr. Karev...

Alex: No. I'm talking this time.

Burke: Excuse me?

Alex: I tell the truth. It's what I do. It doesn't make me a bad doctor. Everyone walks around this place lying. We tell the patient that's dying that there is hope when there is no hope. Maybe I'm a pig. Maybe I'm an ass. Maybe I'm a vermin like everybody says. But I tell them the truth. It's the one thing that I've got going for me. And you don't get to take that away from me and call it a lesson, sir.

(Meredith walks past Susan Grey, she doesn't know who she is.)

Susan: I saw a picture once from a long time ago, you look just like her. Your mother. You look a lot like my girls. Especially Molly. You were talking to her?

Meredith: I didn't say anything about anything.

Susan: Oh, she knows about you. Or she knows that her father was married before and had another daughter. Has another daughter.

Meredith: No, had is right.

Susan: Your father thinks about you. He thinks about you a lot. He just...Your mother...Your mother...She broke him.

Meredith: Excuse me. I...I have to work.

(Thatcher is standing in front of the OR board, Richard walks up. It takes him a moment to realize who Thatcher is.)

Thatcher: I spent years studying this board. Holding a crying baby, trying to get an idea when my wife would get out of surgery. Appy takes about an hour. Anything with the word "cardio" and I know not to plan on seeing her at all that day.

Richard: Thatcher. Are you aware of what's going on with Ellis?

Thatcher: You have no right. No right to talk to me about Ellis.

Richard: I'm sorry. But I was trying to talk to you about Meredith. Thatcher, Ellis has early onset Alzheimer's. It's advanced. And it's hard on Meredith, as you can imagine. And I thought you'd want to know.

(Bailey is in Andrew's room, his mother is sleeping in a chair.)

Bailey: Hey, Andrew. It's Dr. Bailey. Remember me? I was in surgery with you.

Andrew: I'm...I'm sorry.

Bailey: No, don't worry. Don't worry. A lot of times kids who are awake during surgery don't remember afterwards. Anyway, your operation went really well. We got all that tumor out of there and you're going to be just fine.

Andrew: I...I...thanks.

Bailey: Ok. You know, I have a son, too. And I'm going home right now to tell him that today I met the best speller in Seattle.

(George is walking through the hall, he sees Meredith duck into a nearby room. Thatcher walks up to him.)

Thatcher: Oh, hey. Dr. O'Malley.

George: Hi.

Thatcher: I was looking for you. You're...Before when I was asking about Meredith, you know her. You're her friend?

George: I used to be her roommate.

Thatcher: Oh, wow. You know her really well.

George: I know her pretty well.

Thatcher: Um, she...she came to see me a couple of weeks ago. And...

George: A couple of weeks ago?

Thatcher: Yeah. I...I didn't know what to say to her. She looks so much...so much like her mother. Ellis was cold. I mean, I was a coward. I was...I...I left. But her mother would never let me know her and...now I don't know how to know her. Uh...

George: Well, Meredith is anything but cold. She smiles. Not that often, but when she does, uh...you know, because she's been going through a lot...but...it's...it's like you feel warm. She's kind. I mean, she can be a little selfish. She can be...she's flawed, but she's kind. She cares about people. And, uh, she cares about...about her patients. I think she's going to be a brilliant surgeon. You know, around here, she's known as the one to b*at. So, I...I mean, I guess she has that in common with her mom, but...I think the rest of her...I think, uh, I think the rest of that she gets from you.

Thatcher: Hmm. Do...do you know...where she is?

George: I think she left already. But I could tell her you were here, if you want me to?

Thatcher: Yeah. Ok. Thank you.

George: Ok.

Thatcher: Ok.

George: Ok, bye.

Thatcher: Yeah.

(Thatcher and George walk in different directions, Meredith peeks out from her hiding spot.)

Meredith: Thank you, George.

(Molly and baby's surgery. Addison is there.)

Addison: The hernia is causing the baby's abdominal...

(Gallery, Meredith is knitting and Derek enters.)

Meredith: Hey.

Derek: Hey, still knitting?

Meredith: Oh, yeah. I'm getting so good at it.

Derek: Hmm. I did a craniotomy on a kid today while he was awake.

Meredith: I met a sister I never knew I had. And I saw my father which was, uh...I don't know what it was.

Derek: Hmm. You ok?

Meredith: I have my knitting.

(Beatrice is alone in a room with her daughter.)

Beatrice: Study hard, keep your grades up. But starting next year you're going to want to take two AP classes a semester if you want to get into a decent college.

Amelia: Mom, this is really morbid.

Beatrice: And your Aunt Sue is kind of lazy when it comes to personal hygiene so you may have to be the one to remind her when it's time to get your eyebrows waxed or get your hair cut, but eventually she'll get the routine down.

Amelia: Can we not have this conversation?

Beatrice: Oh, this might sound random, but wear underwear with pantyhose. I know it might feel a little bulky, but honestly, it's a little slutty not to and also that's how you get yeast infections.

(Alex starts to enter the room but stops)

Amelia: Mom, this is totally gross.

Beatrice: And marry a kind man. One who's nice to his mother. Now, if he lives with his mother, you run the opposite way.

Amelia: Mom, I'm not getting married any time soon.

Beatrice: You will someday. And when that day comes, just have one glass of champagne and then you drink water for the rest of the night because there's nothing tackier then a drunken bride.

Amelia: Mom, I don't want to...Why are you telling me all this?

Beatrice: Honey, I've been sick for a long time and the doctors just don't think that I'm going to get better.

Amelia: No.

Beatrice: Amelia. Listen to me. Look at me. Amelia. This is important. This one is...is really the important one. Someday you're going to have a baby. And you're going to feel overwhelmed by this little life that you're responsible for. And you're going to think...worry that everything you do is wrong. And that's normal. You're going to obsess about what to feed it and where to send it to school and whether it should take violin or piano. But I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. It doesn't matter. Whether your kid is a concert pianist or a math genius, it just doesn't matter because at the end of the day, all that matters is if your kid is happy. So you're going to feel sad...for a little while. And that's ok. That's...that's fine. But don't feel sad forever. Ok? You can promise me that? You promise me that you won't feel sad for too long?

Amelia: I promise.

Beatrice: Ok. Thank you. You make me feel much better.

MVO: Life is not a spectator sport.

(Thatcher walks into Molly's room)

MVO: Win, lose or draw...the game is in progress...whether we want it to be or not.

(Izzie is in Denny's room and holds up a sweater.)

Izzie: Ta-dah!

Denny: You made me a sweater. Today. In one day, you made me a sweater?

Izzie: Yeah, well, you know. I just had some time, so...

Denny: That vow of celibacy must really be something.

Izzie: You know what? Just accept your gift and say thank you.

Denny: Does this mean I don't get any sexual favors? Sweater instead of sex?

Izzie: Smell it. Go on, smell it.

Denny: It smells like Izzie.

Izzie: Yeah, I wore it for three hours. So that is the closest you're going to be getting to this body, mister. You wanna play some Scrabble or you too tired?

Denny: Scrabble, please.

Izzie: Ok.

Denny: Just show me one boob.

(Cristina is waiting near the elevator, Richard emerges.)

Cristina: Sir.

Richard: Nice work today, Yang. Hopefully your fellow interns will be as adept on the scope as you.

Cristina: Thank you, sir, but, um, you weren't even looking. You actually had your eyes closed. So, how...I was watching you and...and you didn't even need the...You didn't even need the screen to help you guide the needle holder.

Richard: Old school, Yang. Muscle memory. You want to win, always go back to the basics.

(Derek and George are playing chess at their apartment.)

Burke: It's my move?

(Cristina walks out of her room, naked. George quickly covers his eyes.)

Burke: Cristina, what the hell are you doing?

Cristina: Oh. Um...being comfortable in my apartment.

George: I didn't see anything! Dude, I did not see anything!

Burke: Get out.

Cristina: (Smiling) Basics.

MVO: So go ahead: argue with the refs, change the rules...cheat a little...take a break...and tend to your wounds.

(George is sitting in the abandoned hallway, dialing his phone.)

MVO: But play.

(George hears the follow ring of a phone and follows the sound.)

(George walks into a room in the hospital basement where Callie is lying on a bed.)

Callie: (Into phone) Hello?

MVO: Play.

George: Hi.

Callie: Um, hey. Um...

George: You live here?

Callie: Yeah. I'm not...crazy or anything. I just spend so much time here in the hospital. It's just...it's easier. So...I'm not...I'm not crazy or anything.

George: Do you know how to cut hair?

(Callie starts cutting his hair.)

MVO: Play hard. Play fast. Play loose and free.

(George grabs her arm and pulls her down to kiss her.)

(Meredith is at the vet, still knitting.)

MVO: Play as if there's no tomorrow.

Lola: (On phone) Dandridge's Veterinary Clinic. We certainly do. Yes. Thank you. (To Meredith) You getting the hang of it?

Meredith: Not really.

Lola: You give up men?

Meredith: No. Yes. You know, I don't actually need to see the vet. I really just wanted to sit with Doc. I just want to spend some time with my dog.

(A men enters)

Finn: Hi. I'm Finn Dandridge. I'm Doc's vet. And you are Dr. Grey. Doc's other owner. We finally meet. Hello.

MVO: Ok, so it's not whether you win or lose...it's how you play the game. Right?