Grey’s Anatomy: Sweet Surrender
June 16th 2010 01:28
Meredith: (VO)To do our jobs we have to believe defeat is not an option. That no matter how sick our patients get, there's hope for them. But, even when our hopes give way to reality and we finally have to surrender to the truth, it just means we've lost today battle. Not tomorrow’s war. Here's the thing about surrender, once you do it, actually give in, you forget why you were eve fighting in the first place.
~*~*~
The Chief: I hear congratulations are in order
Meredith: What?
The Chief: The engagement. Our very own Seattle Grace wedding. I couldn't be happier for the both of you.
Meredith: Thank you Sir. Did you have an assignment for me?
The Chief: Dresses.
Meredith: I'm sorry?
The Chief: Stevens has transformed her room into a bridal boutique. So go, try on dresses . That's an order.
~*~*~
Izzie: What do you mean you don't deliver dresses? Just to try on? No, no, no. I... I can't come in. I... I... I have cancer. I'm... I'm bed bound and dying. (fake coughs) Fabulous! I'll fax you my choices.
~*~*~
Derek: I didn't think you wanted to wear a wedding dress?
Meredith: I don't! How does he even know we're engaged?
Derek: Richard's my friend. He's not the one that ordered the dress. If you don't wanna wear a wedding dress, talk to Izzie.
Meredith: Oh yeah! As the chemo drips into her cancery arm. And she looks at me with those cancery eyes. Those cancery wedding loving eyes!
Derek: Be strong.
Meredith: We will have brides maids in pink taffeta! And you will be wearing a top hat and a morning coat! And somebody will be singing wind beneath my fricking wings!
Derek: You want me to talk to her?
~*~*~
Meredith: So I guess a big wedding won't be that bad.
Lexie: I'm just sad 'cause I didn't get a chance to see you in the actual dress.
Meredith: You will.
Lexie: How? I mean, if Derek and Mark don't make up how...
Meredith: You're my sister Lexie. You're in the wedding.
~*~*~
Izzie: (to Meredith) You make a beautiful bride.
~*~*~
Callie: Run! Run for your life!
George: What do you mean run for my life?
~*~*~
Derek: You know maybe they could make YOU a bouquet of scalpels and clamps.
Meredith: Oh, yeah, that would be fun. I think I'd have to run it by Izzie first.
~*~*~
Mark: You know that's the first actual compliment you've ever given me?
Derek: It wasn't a compliment, it was a simple statement of fact.
Mark: See, why do you do that? Why can't you just give a person a compliment?
Derek: If you have to ask for a compliment, it's not a compliment. Are you asking for a compliment?
Mark: Yes!
Derek: Then it's not a compliment!
~*~*~
Owen: I jumped. In front of her car. And she was just driving to the bank .
Dr. Wyatt: Are you talking about Cristina?
Owen: I jumped in front of her. I knew, I knew I wasn't together. I knew no good for her, or for anyone. And I wrecked her. And that is unforgivable. I don't forgive myself for that. I can't forgive myself for that. And I feel shameful about that. That is what I fell today. Shame.
Dr. Wyatt: Good. That's a start.
Owen: How is that a start?
Dr. Wyatt: You named it. The feeling. You have to know what it is, before you can start to navigate to somewhere better.
~*~*~
Derek: We should do a middle falset craniotomy approach, lets go some down burs in here.
Mark: Don't bother. I ordered them before we started. I may be irresponsible and untrustworthy out there, but I'm not in here.
Derek: I never said you were untrustworthy.
Mark: You put the berlin wall up around Lexie.
Derek: Well, Meredith asked me to. That's what people do when someone they care about asks them to do something. They do it. Which is what you should have done when I asked you to stay away from Lexie. Or Addison for that matter.
Mark: Oh, here we go. Addison. The only note he can ever play.
Derek: You know, was gonna apologize for decking you, cos I felt bad. But now, I'm just gonna play it over and over again in my head and really enjoy it. (Patients starts bleeding out) Oh Hell...
Mark: It's coming from the Therogloid plexus. Give me the ah, 4 O vicryl
Derek: The 4 O vicryl.
Mark: Give him the 4 O vicryl.
Derek: Clamp.
Mark: You know what, I'm done. I give up. If I hadn't fallen for little Grey, you would have found some other way not to respect me, you always have. To you, I'm always gonna be the charity case the Shepherds had to take in. I got the bleeder.
Derek: You got through the stitch already?
Mark: Yeah.
Derek: Hmmm.
~*~*~
Alex: Iz you ok?
Lexie: I think she's choking.
Cristina: Izzie? Lets hit her with oxygen. Izzie, Izzie! Speak to me, can you say something? Izzie?
(Meredith walks out in the wedding dress)
Izzie: Haha, I'm not choking. I'm joking... Hahaha.
Cristina: Ok, you've gotta stop doing that. 'Cause it's not funny!
~*~*~
Mark: (grabs Callie) HEY! Stop speaking Spanish! 'Cause I have to go to surgery in a minute, and I don't speak Spanish.
~*~*~
Bailey: Is there anything else you need before I go?
Arizona: No. You wanna sit a while?
Bailey: No, I do not want to sit. I've been sitting and lying down all day.
Arizona: Dr. Bailey.
Bailey: Holding a child. If I wanted to spend the day holding a child, I would have stayed home to hold my own child. I didn't do a single medical thing today. I didn't even put a band aid on a patient. I'm... I'm just tired. I'm done.
Arizona: Are you gonna tell your husband?
Bailey: What would I tell him?
Arizona: That it's more than just cutting. Pedes is more than just cutting. And, what you did today was heroic, and you know it.
Bailey: Ok. Maybe I'll tell him that.
~*~*~
Cristina: 98 over 72. That's good. That's good.
Izzie: Don't. Don't try to make me up better than I am because I'm not. I'm sick.
Cristina: You had an incredibly high dose of IL2 today, this is how you're supposed to feel.
Izzie: All I wanted to do today was flip through magazines, and call caterers, and make Mer try on dresses I knew she'd hate. I thought it would be fun or funny. I thought I could be the same person I was when I woke up this morning, but I'm not. I'm just another patient trapped inside a sick, dieing, cancer ridden body.
~*~*~
Izzie: Isn't there a tiara that goes along with it? Oh, oh put it on. So I can get the full effect.
Meredith: No. No tiara. I told you simple. You know, it's buffalo wings at the reception.
Izzie: You can't have buffalo wings. Caterers don't even do buffalo wings.
Meredith: Iz, this is a small wedding. Small. And, this is a big dress. For a big wedding. Don't you have a dress in your pile that doesn't make noise when it moves, or stand up all by itself?
Izzie: You're getting married! It's a miracle. Meredith Grey, child of darkness, has found someone. Don't you want to celebrate that? It's your day Meredith. You can't just piss it away on some slip dress and a cheese tray from a grocery store. That will just make me so sad, and I don't wanna be sad 'cause I'm already suffering through cancer and that's sad enough.
Meredith: Fine! Give me the tiara. (puts it on)
Izzie: Oh, you're like a princess. Smile.
~*~*~
Meredith: If I show you the dress, you can never tell anyone. Cos it's bad, really really bad.
Izzie: Ok, fine. It will be our little secret. (Meredith walks out in the dress) Oh wow. (takes a picture)
Meredith: Photos are not secret!
~*~*~
Meredith: (VO) Defeat isn't an option. Not for surgeons. We don't back away from the table till the last breaths long gone. Terminal's a challenge. Life threatening’s what gets us out of bed in the morning. We're not easily intimidated. We don't flinch, we don't back down, and we certainly don't surrender. Not at work anyway.
Derek: Apparently a morning coat is non-negotiable. Also, we have to make time for ballroom dancing lessons.
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