[while trying to set a hip dislocation] It is his body! Okay? You don't get to say what he can and can't do with it! He is a person! He gets to make his own damn choices! I AM GOING THROUGH THE WORST CAFFEINE WITHDRAWAL OF MY LIFE BECAUSE SOMEONE THINKS THAT BEING PREGNANT MEANS THAT I'M NO LONGER OF SOUND FRICKIN' MIND!
[to Arizona and Mark] Here's the thing. I get that things are going to be different now, and uh, that's why I'm gonna eat that chicken...even though the only thing I want right now is a peanut butter sandwich.
Oh, I'm not done. If we're gonna do this whole everybody gets a vote thing, there's gonna be a new system. We'll still each get one vote, but also, the baby gets a vote. As I house the baby, I'll be speaking for him/her. And, since I'll be pushing this baby out of a very small hole in my body, I'll also get an extra special vagina vote! So, that's uh, three votes for us, two votes for you guys. Oh! We get the final say! Now, I'll be using my many votes to say that once a day, I will have one cup of regular coffee which is perfectly fine according to the studies that I've read. At least until I begin breastfeeding. Now, anybody wanna argue with my extra special vagina vote?
[voiceover] Surgery is a high stakes game. But no matter how high the stakes, sooner or later, you're just going to have to go with your gut, and, maybe just maybe, that'll take you right where you were meant to be in the first place.
[voiceover] How much can you actually accomplish in an hour? Run an errand maybe, sit in traffic, get an oil change. When you think about it an hour isn't very long. Sixty minutes. Thirty-six hundred seconds. That's it. In medicine, though, an hour is often everything. We call it the golden hour. That magical window of time that can determine whether a patient lives or dies.
[voiceover] An hour, one hour, can change everything forever. An hour can save your life. An hour can change your life. An hour can change your mind. Sometimes an hour is just a gift we give ourselves. For some, an hour can mean almost nothing. For others, an hour makes all the difference in the world. But in the end, it's still just an hour. One of many. Many more to come. Sixty minutes. Thirty-six hundred seconds. That's it. Then it starts all over again. And who knows what the next hour might hold.
[voiceover] Everyone figures doctors are the most responsible people they know. They hold lives in their hands. They're not flakes. They don't lose track of important details or make stunningly bad judgment calls. 'Cause that would be bad, right?
It always feels like there is just one person in this world to love. And then you find somebody else, and it just seems crazy that you were ever worried in the first place.
...her soulmate? You've gotta be kidding me with this crap, Lexie. Nobody has just one soulmate. That'd be such a dumb system. Look, Ricky and Julia deserve better than someone who makes them sick. You deserve better, too. And there is more than one soulmate for everyone. I mean, someone like you, there'd be a line out the door as soon as word got out.
[voiceover] We are responsible with our patients. The problem is we blow it all out at work. In our own lives, we can't think things through. We don't make the sound choice. We did that all day at the hospital. When it comes to ourselves, we've got nothing left. And is it worth it—being responsible? Because if you take your vitamins and pay your taxes and never cut the line, the universe still gives you people to love and then lets them slip through your fingers like water, and then what have you got? Vitamins and nothing.
[opening voiceover] Renegades, rule-breakers, gangsters with scalpels, this is the way we like to think of ourselves. It makes us feel bad-ass, sexy. Problem is, it's not exactly true. At heart, we're rule-followers, sheep. We don't break protocol. We follow it to a tee. Because if we don't follow protocol, our patients die and we're no longer bad ass, we're just bad.
Hey, I have bought expensive gifts and played stupid games for every knocked up nurse in this place. Now it's my turn. [to Lucy] You're coming, right? [Lucy looks surprised] Arizona, you invite the OB. The fate of my vagina's in her hands.
You need to pick chief resident already. I mean, Alex Karev is living in a trailer in the hospital parking lot. Residents are waiting for you outside bathrooms...
Y'know, your trial is up and running, and you've got things to deal with at home. You don't need to be picking a new chief resident, too. Let somebody else handle that. Delegate.
[laughs, and reads the message] Oooh. Oh, yeah, okay this is bad. He found out Lexie is with Avery and he's freaking. [Callie goes to type a reply, Arizona takes her phone and throws it in the backseat] Oh, what the hell?
Do you blame me? I mean he gets most of you. The straight you, the Catholic you, the girl who loves baby showers. I just get, you know, the gay you, which is really only about twenty minutes a night... Not even. Since you just feel too fat to even let me touch you lately.
Look, I am doing my best here to make sure that you are happy, and that Mark is happy and that the tiny person growing inside me is happy. I don't know what else I can do to be honest. Please tell me. Cause I'll do it. Whatever will make you happy, I will do it.
