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Christina Yang Talking To Owen About Burke - Grey's Anatomy .. a Storm & no such thing as Perfect. another one will come along stronger and bite ya back. Cristina: The dying patient better not be dead when I get there, because not only will So don't ever talk to me about Meredith Grey again because you do not know what you are talking about. Derek: You're like the worst, most juvenile human being I've ever met in my life. Mama Burke: He's Preston, he's a gentleman. "I'm afraid you're going to have to meet one more person," Burke said. "She's really Burke said. "Cristina, in the back with O'Malley." . The noise was shattered, suddenly and violently, by the machine-gun rat-a-tat of a motorcycle. Meredith.
Meredith put her Mom in a baggie and brought her to work. I had to get her out of my closet, she was haunting me. And now she's haunting us all. You should direct your questions to Dr.
Oh, we're directing our questions to Dr. Oh, not you, just Stevens. Why is Stevens directing her questions to Dr. Because she's been sleeping with my husband.
Have a good day. The truth is, I don't know anyone who isn't haunted by something or someone. And whether we try to slice the pain away with a scalpel or shove it in the back of a closet, our efforts usually fail. So the only way we can clear out the cobwebs is to turn a new page or put an old story to rest.
Finally, finally to rest. Kung Fu Fighting [4. Maybe it's pride or maybe it's just about being tough. But a true surgeon never admits they need help unless absolutely necessary. Surgeons don't need to ask for help because they're tougher than that.
Rough around the edges. At least, that's what they want you to think. Hahn, I heard a crazy rumor about you. That I'm performing open-heart surgery on a man who's wide awake? Well, I perform awake brain surgery all the time. Not the same thing. You ever heard of a gentlemen's evening?
The chief is hosting a gentlemen's evening. We're pretty sure it doesn't involve porn, but, you know, we want to be sure. Are you two a couple? Why would she ask that? Remember when I was dead? Before I went in that water everything was so And then you pulled me out of the water For a moment everything was so clear. As if the water had washed everything clean.
Do you remember that? But being hardcore isn't just about being tough it's about acceptance. Sometimes you have to give yourself permission to not be hardcore for once. You don't have to be tough every minute of every day. It's okay to let down your guard.
In fact, there are moments when it's the best thing you could possibly do - as long as you choose your moments wisely. But when you're talking about human chemistry only one thing matters: It's like she's trying too hard. Not that Izzie's a porno; she's an angel, but it's like she's trying to But in reality I just wanna say, "Izzie, just because you can do that with your legs doesn't mean that you should.
I do, I love him, and I'm so happy because he's kind and, um, smart and um, sweet and sexy. He's perfect, perfect, except for the fact that he kisses like a chicken. You know a chicken pecking the ground for food, just pecking and pecking and pecking, and when he's pecking at me like that I forget that I love him, I forget that he's kind and and sweet and sexy and I just wanna scream, "Stop pecking me!
I'm not stalking you. Think they shouldn't be allowed to be a fruit. Like, really well, like I could be a professional if, you know, that profession existed. I play the trombone Uh, I like Math. And I notice that you do this thing with your hands when you're trying to make a point, like, like, like this, with your hands.
And I know that that's about you, but I I do it, too. So it's also about me. Five things that I'm hoping will make it a little bit harder for you to hate me. Suddenly, you're old enough to vote, drink, and engage in other adult activities. Suddenly, people expect you to be responsible, serious, a grown up. We get taller, we get older. But do we ever really grow up? You don't know what he would have wanted. You're just like them, you're a prom queen and you're trying to act like you know what it's like for me.
You have no idea what it's like. I wasn't a prom queen. I was the girl in the cheap clothes from the trailer park who got pregnant, and got thrown out of pregnant girls' class, and lost all my friends. None of the mothers would let their kids hang out with me. But I got through it. You will get through this. Your dad was in the ER today. So, you know he was drunk and he put his hand through a window?
I know it was Susan's birthday, and I'm sure it was a very hard day for the both of you. And he wasn't actually a problem, he was kinda charming. But, he seemed very sad and I'd hate to see it happen again, so maybe you should think about keeping a better eye on him. Everyday is my mother's birthday.
My mother was born in March. Really, I'm glad that you found him charming. I'm sure he was delightful. He's a blast after five drinks, not so much after nine though; he gets a little weepy and mean.
He's a drunk, Meredith. He probably came in and told you how wonderful you are. How sad he is that he doesn't get to spend more time with you. You know, yesterday he said that I was his favorite daughter. The day before, I was an ungrateful bitch. The week before, he wrote me a check for twenty-thousand dollars because he said I deserved everything life had to offer, because he was so proud of me, a lifetimes worth of proud.
So you can't listen to anything that he says, because it's not about you. It's about a pint of Dewar's. So thank you for letting me know that I need to keep a better eye on him.
We have families, we get married, divorced. But for the most part, we still have the same problems that we did when we were fifteen.
No matter how much we grow taller, grow older, we are still forever stumbling, forever wondering, forever Crash Into Me, Part One [4. We go into medicine because we want to do good. We go into medicine for the rush, for the high, for the ride. But, what we remember at the end of most days are the losses. What we lay awake at night replaying is the pain we caused or failed to cure.
The lives we ruined or failed to save. So the experience of practicing medicine rarely resembles the goal. The experience too often is ass backwards and upside down. I'm late for Sloan's meeting. Yeah, so am I. Also, I'm not speaking to you. You don't have to speak. In her story that's who I am. That's who I'll always be. That's the job, I know. This day, this day you feel helpless, this day makes all those other days when you fight to save a life and lose, this day makes you grateful that you have a chance to do anything at all.
Hahn complimented Mark's skills and he told her the story of his dead mentor, who was like a father to him] Erica: What are we, on a date here?
I was complimenting your surgical skills, Dr. Not looking through a window into your wounded soul. Crash Into Me, Part Two[4. We go into medicine because we want to save lives. But what we remember at the end of most days are the losses, what we lie awake at night replaying is the pain we caused, the ills we couldn't cure, the lives we ruined or failed to save. The end of the day, the reality is nothing like we hope.
The reality is, at the end of the day, more often than not, turned inside out and upside down. Bailey did save your life today. A black woman saved your life at a great personal cost. So, maybe next time you're looking at your tattoo and you're thinking how much better all us white guys are than everyone else, you should think about that.
And, uh, since we're sharing belief systems, I believe if you were dead, the world would be a better place. I may not be enough for you, but I'm trying here so I don't want you to date anybody but me. Except I'm scared as hell to want you. But here I am wanting you anyway. And fear means I have something to lose, right?
And I don't want to lose you. You did a good job today. That was not easy. What you did was not easy, it was brave. The hospital, Sloan, us. We were not prepared. We help more than we hurt. And then somehow, improbably, and when you least expect it, the world rights itself again. Lay Your Hands on Me [4.
He created the birds of the air and the beasts of the fields, and he looked at his creation and he saw that it was good. And then God created man, and it's been downhill ever since.
The story goes on to say that God created man in his own image, but there's not much proof of that.
After all God made the sun and the moon and the stars, and all man makes is trouble. And when man finds himself in trouble, which is most of the time, he turns to something bigger than himself.
To love or fate or religion to make sense of it all. But for a surgeon, the only thing that makes any kind of sense is medicine.
Back with her husband, I'm guessing And I don't have a girlfriend. Or a conscience, apparently. There are about a hundred steps between where we are right now and building our dream house. And they'll be fun steps and sexy steps. And we'll try not to fall down them together.
Now do you want me to stand here talking to you? Or do you want me to try and save your baby's life? But the miracle of life itself; why people live and die, why they hurt or get hurt is still a mystery. We want to know the reason, the secret, the answer at the back of the book because the thought of our being all alone down here is just too much for us to bear.
But at the end of the day, the fact that we show up for each other, in spite of our differences, no matter what we believe, is reason enough to keep believing. Where the Wild Things Are [4. But when things fall apart, even just a little, it becomes clear we're no better than animals.
We have opposable thumbs, we think, we walk erect, we speak, we dream, but deep down we're all still rooting around in the primordial ooze; biting, clawing, scratching out an existence in the cold, dark world like the rest of the tree-toads and sloths. I thought you told me to keep the animals under control?
From time to time, I like to go to the zoo. The contest is a lion fight. So chin up, put your shoulders back, walk proud, strut a little. Don't lick your wounds, celebrate them. The scars you bear are the sign of a competitor.
You were in a lion fight, Stevens.
Just because you didn't win doesn't mean you don't know how to roar. Our animal instinct is what makes us seek comfort, warmth, a pack to run with. We may feel caged, we may feel trapped, but still as humans we can find ways to feel free. We are each other's keepers, we are the guardians of our own humanity, and even though there's a beast inside all of us, what sets us apart from the animals is that we can think, feel, dream and love. And against all odds, against all instinct, we evolve.
Piece of My Heart [4. It takes gestation, incubation, sacrifice. A lot of sacrifice. But after all the blood and guts and gooey stuff is washed away that surgeon you've become - totally worth it. Well, I don't speak girl. No, because we screw boys like whores on tequila. And then we either try to marry them or drown ourselves. Hey, you're leaving already? I have a plane to catch. I walk on the beach now, I buy aromatherapy candles, I'm very zen, but I want to kick your ass so badly right now it is killing me.
I'm talking about Derek. Are you letting him get away? Because I swear to God Meredith, if you let him ride off into the sunset with that doe-eyed little thing But it's also a beginning of something incredible, something new, something unpredictable, something true, something worth loving, something worth missing, something that will change your life forever.
She can do chest tubes and craniotomies, she can run a code without freaking out. She's a really good surgeon. Maybe even a great surgeon. Only so much better. I just wanted to drop off the form myself There are listed interns on this form.
Mm-hmm, I require the energy of youth. Shepherd was just a moment of weakness for both of us. Oh that was many moments in-call rooms, very hot. Surprised you haven't listed me. You're not my type. Bailey I get the joke. See this is a joke to you. I am a single woman. I've been a single woman for some time now, but the very idea that I could have a sexual encounter [She glares at the Board Member across the table], a consensual sexual encounter is a joke to you! So much so that you would single me out of this entire hospital as the one person who couldn't interest a member of the opposite sex, it's, it's just Just shame on you sir!
Just shame on you! Uh, this man is a whore, has always been a whore, will probably always be a whore. But, I mean, that's not a secret. He's not keeping it hidden. You all knew who he was before you got involved with him. And now you want to be all "woe is me, he doesn't call me back, he's dating other women. House wondered if Cameron had a half-brother named O'Malley she'd never told him about.
Just the essentials -- ball gags, riding crops House," he said, and House pushed himself up from the bench. Shepherd sends his regrets he couldn't come meet you himself, but he was held up at the hospital. Nearby, an SUV gunned its engine and abruptly jerked forward, stopping in front of them. It nearly took out O'Malley's luggage cart. The door popped open and a fresh-faced young woman in jeans and a scrub shirt smiled eagerly at him.
Faster that way, probably. Burke took the wheel smoothly and House hitched himself up into the shotgun seat, leaning back and closing his eyes.
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It was going to be a long week. She was baking muffins, because if hundreds of doctors from all over the Pacific Northwest were going to descend on Seattle Grace for a conference, Izzie Stephens was going to be prepared. Most of the available surfaces in the kitchen were covered either with baked goods or with their components. George helped himself to a spoonful of chocolate batter.
He might even out-Nazi the Nazi. They say he hit a guy in the stomach just to rupture a parasite cyst. Cristina tore one open and dumped honey on it. Who's going to want to be treated by someone who can't even fix themselves? Who'd listen to a doctor with a cane? Or steamy," Cristina said. We could call him McScruffy. It had a nice chair he could sit in. The bed seemed decent.
He'd requested, and recieved, a room a long, long way away from all the other doctors in the hotel. It was a nice hotel, in fact. If he called down to the concierge he could probably deliver a hooker to his room without batting an eye.
A nice, quiet, dark, peaceful hotel room did, of course, mean one thing and one thing only: Ten minutes after arriving, House was bored out of his skull. He'd inspected the entire room like a cat exploring new digs, listened through the walls for any interesting activity on either side of him, inspected the Gideon Bible annotating a few mistranslations in Song of Songs and was now sitting near the window, cellphone cradled between ear and shoulder, waiting for someone to pick up on the other end.
He was hoping for Cameron, because she was the most fun to poke, but it was Foreman who answered. Goodbye, House," Foreman said, and hung up. He didn't have to be anywhere until the opening banquet tomorrow night. Chase had booked a later flight out than he had, so right now the Australian was somewhere over the midwest and safely out of House's reach. He supposed he could call Cameron's pager and ask her to find him someone to diagnose in the Clinic, but that smacked of desperation.
And Wilson -- Well, he wasn't going to push any boundaries with Wilson just now. They were on thin enough ice as it was. He glanced at his laptop, then reached over to the table and clicked the Google hotkey in the corner of his web-browser. The familiar spartan design of the search engine popped up and he leaned forward, typing in his terms. If he was going to have some spare time, he might as well see the sights.
At very high speed, as they whooshed past. Cameron and Foreman would have called it kissing arse -- well, they would have said kissing ass -- but Chase genuinely liked House. Most of the time. Except when he punched him in the face. Anyway, Chase had been called a teacher's pet all his life for liking his teachers and he might as well check up on the old man and see how he was. House's room was a long way away from his own, but he left his bags in his room and made the trek.
A handwritten note was scrawled on a piece of hotel stationery and attached to the door with two pins from the complimentary sewing kit. Never let it be said that House couldn't improvise. When he got no answer, he called through the door.
Then he leaned back and studied it for a moment. Maybe House really had gone fishing. Meredith was enjoying it; the sun was out for once and she was sitting on a bench outside the hospital with her coffee, drinking in the peaceful twitter of the birds. Izzie, always a manic presence, was eating a muffin on her right, and George was catching a last-minute nap on her left.
Rounds would start soon, but they were already dressed and had gone over their prep and now they were just The noise was shattered, suddenly and violently, by the machine-gun rat-a-tat of a motorcycle. Meredith, who had grown up with stories of the Donorcycle, waited -- as she had since she was a small child -- to hear the screech and crash she always associated with them.
Instead, the noise got louder. And louder -- She opened her eyes and stared as the motorcycle, now well down the parking lot, skewed to a sudden halt, describing a perfect thirty-degree arc into a handicapped spot not ten feet away.
She had a bad feeling about this. You can't park there! For a terrible moment she thought he was going to take out a gun, but instead he took out a handicapped placard with an odd little locking mechanism on it and locked it around the handlebars of the bike.
The helmet came off and was laid on the handlebars while Dr. House, still straddling the now-silent machine, pulled a cane out from a strap on his backpack like some kind of Scottish warrior's Claymore. He didn't give them a second look as he dismounted and walked inside. How many handicapped people do you know who ride motorcycles? Anyway, weren't Cristina and Burke supposed to go pick him up?
In fact, he'd already called the order in and just had to pick it up, which he was doing with all alacrity because this morning his leg had woken him and insisted in no uncertain terms that they were not flying anywhere together ever again. He was seriously considering taking the train back to Jersey.