[voiceover] In the eighth grade my English class had to read Romeo and Juliet. Then for extra credit, Mrs. Snyder made us act out all the parts. Sal Scafarillo was Romeo. As fate would have it, I was Juliet... all the other girls were jealous, but I had a slightly different take. I told Mrs. Snyder that Juliet was an idiot. For starters she falls for the one guy she knows she can't have, then she blames fate for her own bad decision. Mrs. Snyder explained to me that when fate comes into play choice sometimes goes out the window. At the ripe old age of 13, I was very clear that love, like life, is about making choices. And fate has nothing to do with it. Everyone thinks it's so romantic, Romeo and Juliet, true love, how sad. If Juliet was stupid enough to fall for the enemy, drink the bottle of poison, and go to sleep in a mausoleum, she deserved whatever she got.
S2 E8Let It Be
I'm pregnant, you blind moron.
You're what?
My heart rate is 110, I'm burning three thousand calories a day, my legs are swollen, I got indigestion and gas. Did you know that carrying a boy in your uterus means you burn ten percent more calories than if you had a girl? Guess what I'm carrying. I tried for seven damn years and a month before my fellowship notifications the stick turns blue. Men... from the very beginning they just suck the life right out of you. I'm not leaving. I'm pregnant.
[referring to a patient who is removing her breasts and ovaries to prevent possible cancer] Here's the thing - I like your rack.
God, what is wrong with you? Why do you have to be so - what is wrong with you?
I like your rack and I'd want them around if I could have them, trust me I would, but it wouldn't be the end of the world if you got rid of them... because really, I want you.
[Izzie slaps him]
Ow! What was that for?
[She kisses him]
[voiceover] Maybe Romeo and Juliet were fated to be together, but just for a while, and then their time passed. If they could have known that beforehand, maybe it all would have been okay. I told Mrs. Snyder that when I was grown up, I'd take fate into my own hands. I wouldn't let some guy drag me down. Mrs. Snyder said that I'd be lucky if I ever had that kind of passion with someone, and that if I did, we'd be together forever. Even now, I believe that for the most part, love is about choices. It's about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending... most of the time. And that sometimes, despite all your best choices and all your best intentions fate wins anyway.
S2 E9Thanks for the Memories
[voiceover] Gratitude, appreciation, giving thanks. No matter what words you use, it all means the same thing. Happy. We're supposed to be happy. Grateful for friends, family. Happy to just to be alive. Whether we like it or not.
[about inviting Burke to Thanksgiving dinner] What was I supposed to do? Blow off my boyfriend for Thanksgiving? I tried to. He wouldn't blow. He's like something sticky that won't blow off.
I feel like one of those people who's freaking miserable they can't be around normal people. Like I'll infect the happy people. Like I'm some miserable, diseased, dirty ex-mistress. Your turn.
I failed the medical boards, if I tell Izzie she'll be nice about it all, supportive and optimistic. She might as well rip my nads off and turn them into earrings.
Alex, you should go to Thanksgiving. I mean don't tell her, if you don't want to. But you should go. Otherwise you're just... me.
A miserable, diseased, dirty ex-mistress. [Wolf whistle] Hot. That's really hot. I feel better already.
[after his brother shoots his father on accident] You shot dad in the ass. Are you happy now?
[voiceover] Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.
S2 E10Much Too Much
[voiceover] When you were a kid, it was Halloween candy. You hid it from your parents and ate it until you got sick. In college, it was the heavy combo of youth, tequila and well, you know. As a surgeon, you take as much of the good as you can get because it doesn't come around nearly as often as it should. 'Cause good things aren't always what they seem. Too much of anything, even love, is not always a good thing.
Meredith? You work here?
What are you doing here, Steve?
I'm having a little problem.
Steve, Steve?
Actually, I'm having a big problem.
[Moves his jacket to reveal his erect penis. Cristina notices and starts staring at it. Meredith doesn't notice.]
What?
[Still staring] Steve, hi! Cristina.
Ever since you and I [Meredith follows Cristina's gaze and does a double-take]it won't go away.
Cristina!
What? It's right there, looking at me! There are so many things I could say right now — Champ!
[voiceover] How do you know how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love. Too much to ask... And when is it all just too much to bear?
S2 E11Owner of a Lonely Heart
[voiceover] Forty years ago, the Beatles asked the world a simple question: they wanted to know where all the lonely people came from. My latest theory is that a great many of the lonely people come from hospitals. More precisely, the surgical wing of hospitals. [...] As surgeons, we ignore our own needs so we can meet our patients' needs. We ignore our friends and families so we can save other people's friends and families. Which means that, at the end of the day, all we really have is ourselves. And nothing in this world can make you feel more alone than that.
Look, these are preemies, people, they were supposed to spend another 8 weeks in the womb. Just like interns, they're not ready for the real world.
So, you're giving up the trailer?
I'm not giving up the trailer. Is Addison telling people that I'm giving up the trailer?
It's just funny, I just never would have pegged you for that guy.
What guy?
You know, the marble bath, private pool, gated community guy.
Don't peg me. I'm not peggable.
You're pegged. Deal with it.
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