- Previously on Grey's - I'm Sydney.
Dr. Sydney Heron. Big fan of your work.
- What's the matter? - Have to start dating.
The sex. With Izzie. It's like she's trying too hard.
- I got fired. - The problem with you and your sister?
- Not my sister. - Same dad.
You killed my wife! You took her from me.
- What do you need? Scotch, vodka, gin? - Don't tell Meredith.
There comes a point in your life when you're officially an adult.
Suddenly, you're old enough to vote, drink,
and engage in other adult activities.
So why the brain? Why biology's crown jewel?
Why did I go into neurosurgery?
Something must have stirred you as a youngster.
Come on. Share. Share with Sydney.
It was the headset, with the magnifying glasses that tipped the scale for me.
And the man has a sense of humor. I like that. Yes, I do.
Suddenly, people expect you to be responsible.
Serious. A grown-up.
- Oh. - Oh?
- Work stuff. - OK.
As if you didn't know. I'll just be a sec.
Oh.
I think they're on a date. That's definitely a date, right?
- Maybe she's dying. - Is she dying? Is that why?
Grow up. She's nice. Asked me out. You said I should see other people.
Want me to fake a heart attack? I do a great heart attack.
- Here she comes. - Carry on.
- Oh, it's Sydney. - In the movies,
when the handsome, but sensitive, football player
kisses the awkward, freaky girl in front of the school, that girl is her.
You are very awkward and freaky.
We get taller...
We get older...
But do we ever really grow up?
You know what kind of batteries these take?
- Double A. - Is it really? Do you have one?
I have some in my locker. Yeah.
- We're avoiding 'em. It's come to that. - Why are you avoiding Izzie?
Like we're not us anymore. Everything used to be so easy.
Talking, at least, used to be easy. Now we can't even talk anymore.
And you?
Derek went on a date with Sydney Heron last night.
Probably a fake date to make me think he's healthy and moving on.
Do you think he is?
- Can we take the stairs? - OK.
Dr. Fletcher to Pediatrics. Dr. Fletcher to Pediatrics.
Bailey. I, uh... just wanted to congratulate you
on getting picked for Chief Resident.
- I'm sorry if things got... - You deserved the job.
Does she ever! Come here, new Chief Resident, huh?
- Someone deserves a big hug. - Oh, come on. Sydney.
Well, I admit I'm a wee bit jealous.
The Chief has made his decision, and I will abide by it.
Oh, Callie. I'm, uh... I'm so sorry.
Don't be. I'm... I'm fine with it.
Oh, good. We're being a brave soldier.
No, I really. I'm fine with it.
Let's not spoil this moment for Miranda, OK?
All right, listen up.
I have nothing but respect for the job done by Dr. Torres,
but things are gonna be different from here on in.
Things are weird between George and me. We can't hold a conversation...
This will be a professional environment.
So your love lives, your hopes and dreams,
the little joys and tragedies that make you who you are
have no place in my hospital.
He's acting like a stranger, like I don't even know him.
The locker room is for changing, not for crying.
The on-call room is for napping,
not for anything that requires a locked door.
And, my God, don't even get me started on the sex.
- It is tragic. It's like... - Did you hear a word I said?
Grow up, I believe, is my point.
Dr. Bailey? Can you make sure I stay on Dr. Hahn's cardio service?
Already done. But if you piss her off or mess up
or in any way embarrass me, that's it. No more chances.
Thank you. I'll be the best resident she's had.
No, Yang, I will be the best resident she's ever had.
Yes. Right. Second to you.
Chief... Resident.
His incision is healing nicely. No erythema or purulent discharge.
He'll be monitored, we'll wean him off the drip once meds are maximized.
After discharge, we expect him to follow up in the clinic.
There are four other people. How about letting them talk?
Uh...
Mr. Talbot's cardiomyopathy is unusually complicated, that's all.
You could take a cue from Dr. Stevens.
She knows what's going on with patients and she's inclusive.
- What do we got? - High school bus crash.
Bunch of kids just came in. We got more on the way.
Tricia Hale, 17, vital signs stable.
Sustained a large facial laceration, trauma to the buttock area,
open fracture to the lower right leg.
- Trauma Room Two. - Still bleeding.
- My face is bleeding. - We'll get to that in a minute.
We? No, try the head of plastic surgery.
No one is touching my face until I've spoken to the head. No one.
Thirty-four-year-old passenger, Marcus King.
No complaints except deep cuts on his left arm.
- Stable en route. - OK.
- I'm fine. Help the kids. - They're being taken care of.
What happened?
Bus slid down an embankment.
One, two, three.
Mandi?
Mandi!
Marcus?
Mandi?
You're from Stockton?
Mr. King was taking us juniors on a tour of the colleges up here.
Which means that our parents are at least six or seven hours away.
Yeah.
Just wonderful.
This the eye?
- What's your name? - Danny.
OK, Danny, I'm going to take this off so I can have a look. OK?
Man, high school really does suck.
It was that asshat Sully and his stupid friends!
Driver kept telling them to shut up.
I'm drawing a logo, and suddenly I'm upside down.
Pencil went all the way in Danny's eye.
- I see that. - Does it hurt?
No, it feels like a soothing bubble bath.
- What do you think? - I think it hurts.
Look straight ahead for me. Try not to move your eye.
- Should I call his parents? - Why don't you let us?
Those jerks should be in jail. Call the police, not parents.
Don't think about them. You'll be out soon and never have to see them.
- Still got to finish. - Need to calm down.
When you raise your voice, get upset,
your blood pressure shoots up, could lose your eye.
- I need you to stay calm. - OK. I'll try.
Listen, I really can't feel what you're doing,
but I hope you're not leaving a big old scar.
No! No, no, no.
Just a few little stitches. Just... I do stitches all the time.
You want me to take over, Dr. Bailey?
No. I do stitches all the time, O'Malley.
I thought with all the serious injuries, you'd want me to take over.
I'm fine here. You're not the boss of me.
Interns.
Actually, I'm the boss of him, if you'd want to know.
I'm the Chief Resident.
- What? - Yeah.
Oh, Mandi. You know something? I'm not surprised.
- Know that we went to high school together? - Really?
Yeah, and this girl here, she is a genius.
- Used to help me with my homework. - Just a few papers, that's all.
Oh. Oops.
- Dr. Bailey? - I do stitches all the time.
You might want to take a listen.
- Something wrong with my ticker? - OK.
Um, part of your heart may be working overtime.
So, I will get his EKG and page Hahn.
- Will you finish the sutures? - You can't finish this?
I guess... I can do it.
Sure, I'll do it.
- OK. - You better be able to fix my face.
I have pom statewides in a month.
Which is...?
It's a competition. Poms.
Pom routines.
- You're a cheerleader? - I'm a pom.
Cheerleaders just jump around. Poms are dancers.
I was on the football team.
Not sure you're doing any dancing in the next month.
- You better be lying. - Not lying.
You have serious knee and leg fractures. Not to mention a cracked coccyx.
What the hell is that?
- The bone at the bottom of your spine. - Huh?
- The bottom of your bottom. - My ass? I broke my ass?
- That's one way to look at it. - Don't look at it.
You're going to need surgery, but we'll put you under so that
we can fix the bones and Dr. Sloan can fix your face
- all at the same time. - You better be good.
I am, but there may still be a little scarring.
Scarring? On my face?
Call my mother right now. I'm finding somebody else.
Baby, you're not going to find anybody better than me.
Oh, my God. Hot cheerleader ass.
"Take a cue from Stevens." From Izzie Stevens. Seriously?
So many insults running in my head, I can't pick one.
Need to cut Izzie slack. Her and George are having problems.
Already? Only been a week. That point you don't talk.
- All you do is have sex. - Doesn't mean you can't have problems.
Derek and I are having sex, and he's dating other people.
- You didn't hear any of this. - Oh, please.
- Don't even think about it. - We were in an accident.
We're traumatized.
Fine. Whatever.
Paged me because you couldn't handle stitches on a wino?
Hollering for Dr. Grey. Wasn't sure if I should get her or call the cops.
That's not Dr. Grey. Dr. Grey's a girl!
I want my daughter! Alex Karev!
Stay here. Make sure he doesn't leave.
- Did you page... page her? - Karev.
Keep Meredith out of it. Get Lexie.
- Yes, sir. - G-R-E-Y!
- Come on! - I need to talk to you about your dad.
Know what? I don't want to talk about my dad.
We're never gonna talk about him again. You helped me out once. Now it's over.
I can't believe I got to fill out all this stuff.
I mean, a kid gets a bump on the head
and you've practically got to write a novel?
I know you're really busy, but if there's any chance at all
you could help me out with this...
Patient fill those out. Not the doctor.
You be quiet. Don't worry about it, Marcus.
- We'll figure out something. - Good old Mandi.
- You always got my back, huh? - You hush now.
I hate to interrupt the reminiscing, but I am trying to listen here.
You do have atrial fibrillation.
You're not symptomatic, that's a good sign.
We'll start you on blood thinners and do an outpatient workup.
A treatment plan you could have made yourself, Dr. Bailey,
if you weren't acting like such a blithering idiot.
Oh, teacher's pet's in trouble!
Oh, come on, now. Hush now, Marcus King.
Hey, you paged me.
- Yeah, your dad's here. - What?
He's drunk, noisy, and you need to take him off my hands.
I have a broken ass to get back to.
- Call Lexie. - I called Lexie, she's not coming.
Next person I'm calling is the cops because
the guy's ready to get out, and there's no way he can drive.
Get out! Leave me alone! Meredith!
Gosh, it's good to see you. See, that's her! Meredith Grey!
- I'm sorry. I really, really am. - I'm sure you are.
Not just for this.
The last time I was here, I said some terrible things to you.
Telling you not to come to Susan's funeral? It wasn't your fault.
What happened to her, I know that. I know you did everything you could.
You're a good doctor. You're a fine person.
What I said to you...
I'll regret it until the day I die.
And the drinking...
It's unacceptable.
I... I don't.
Very... very rarely.
But today...
Today is Susan's birthday, and I...
- Should I go get Lexie? - No. Just you.
I just want you.
I never knew what to say to them. In high school, kids like him.
I always felt so sorry for them.
They were always so... separate from the rest of us.
Alone. Wasn't like that for me.
I was prom queen and class valedictorian.
Yeah, I wouldn't broadcast that.
Even beyond that, I had a great group of friends, you know?
- Not really. - Hey. Let me see what we got here.
See that, Dr. Stevens?
Yeah. Looks like the pencil lifted up one of the branches of the ACA.
- Is that a bleed? - It is. It's a little one.
We need to get that pencil out before it gets any bigger.
I'll book an OR.
I am not a blithering idiot.
Hahn had no right to speak to me that way. No right at all.
Marcus isn't a...
Well, he's just not an old friend, is he? Is he?
He was, maybe, a boyfriend or... You know, high school sweetheart or...
I was his tutor. OK?
He was a track star, didn't have a lot of time for homework.
So I helped him with his math.
And reading.
And French. Chemistry.
And he was just a friend?
Really?
OK, there was some talk.
The possibility of us going to the homecoming together,
but it didn't work out, and I was fine with that.
Certainly not a blithering idiot.
Today nor any other day in my life.
That, that and that. Thank you.
Is it me or are there teenyboppers staring at you?
I get that a lot.
It started when I was their age. It never really went away.
Is that so?
Come on. Let's go over there. Come on! Come on!
- What can I do for you ladies? - Tell him.
- No. It's embarrassing. - You can tell me.
You look like exactly like her dad.
Swing and a miss!
I'm crazy with this Hahn thing. Every time I try and impress her,
she hates me even more.
Not worth getting hung up on.
Why? Did something happen?
Apparently, they're not even talking to each other at this point.
But I didn't say anything.
I know it's wrong, but that makes me feel better.
Oh, thanks.
You're not going to sit?
Um, I was going to, but I need to cram. I got a big surgery today.
We're operating on the kid with the pencil. I'll see you.
- OK, see you around. - OK.
- OK, got that. - She be able to sit on her butt,
or carry around one of those toilet seats for the rest of her life?
She'll have use of her butt in a few weeks.
I am so honored to be filling in for you as captain.
You're filling in for me as captain?
Well, somebody's got to. I prayed on it. God seems to think it's the right move.
- Oh, OK. - And I don't want you to worry.
Called Randy. I might've convinced him
to take you to homecoming, even though your face and butt's messed up.
Bet he'll take you. He's classy that way.
OK, so now that we've established that Randy's a classy guy,
- visiting time is over. - Bye, sweetie.
- I hope they don't ruin your face. - Go!
Kind of sucks, huh? When they turn on you?
Little manicured vultures.
My life is over. My life is over!
Mom?
I'll be fine.
It'll be fine.
I know.
I love you, too.
Will you... Will you tell Dad...
Hello? Hello?
Thanks to your piece of crap phone, my mom's going to think I died.
Oh...
- This is where... - Yeah. But we'll keep you updated.
Hey.
You better not end up blind and go to some blind kid's school because,
if I have to go back to junior year without you,
you're going to be dead meat.
- Later, freak. - You're the freak.
- You are. - You are.
- How's the bleeding? - Slight. Very controllable.
Promised life gets better after high school. Deserves to see that.
Got a good friend. That's something. That girl's been by his bedside all day.
Even so, those cliques are miserable.
He needs to know it passes, eventually.
Sorry, Dr. Shepherd. Didn't mean to interrupt.
What's so funny?
I'm not sure we've come as far as you'd like to think. Clique-wise.
- We? - The hospital.
- Think the hospital's cliquey? - You don't?
Oh, damn it. The artery's burst.
The pericallosal artery. Brain is swelling. Cutting off the blood supply.
OK, push 80 grams of mannitol. OK, let's go!
How do I tell his best friend that he's going to be in a coma
- for the rest of his life? - You can't tell her yet, Derek.
The family has to know first.
They're still on a plane.
- I understand that, but... - Danny's doctor.
Oh, thank God. Only been a few hours without Danny,
I'm already starting to freak out.
I mean, look what I have to put up with. They're crying.
Like real tears because they're so worried about Danny,
which would be fine if they knew who Danny was.
Whatever. Can I see him?
He hasn't woken up yet.
He's OK?
Soon as I know something, I'll let you know.
OK.
- Think she'll recover full function? - Hope so. If she doesn't
get back on the pom-pom brigade, her life is totally over.
Is that what she said?
After the band of harpies she thought were her friends picked over her carcass.
You'd think, way they treat her,
she'd be ready to ditch the whole thing, but no.
She's not going to walk away from that. It's her life. It's her identity.
Only way she understands herself in the world.
Mm-hm. Heard one of the sweet young things told Mark he looked like her dad.
Harsh.
What does that have to do with anything?
You seem really empathetic to her plight.
You know, loss of identity? Shattered self-image?
You seem happy about what happened to her.
Torres is just happy because Stevens and O'Malley hit the skids.
Didn't I tell you not to tell anybody?
I pulled the X-rays for tomorrow's scheduled surgeries.
And what am I supposed to do with them?
Thought I could put them in the OR if you needed me to.
Well, I don't.
- Back off. - What?
- You're being a brownnoser. - I am not a brownnoser.
I'm helping her.
Annoying her. Got a chance to show what you can do, you're blowing it.
Trust me, these kind of chances do not come around all the time.
So, you know, just back off.
Back off...
I'm sorry I didn't know you when you were in high school.
I've regretted it every day, not knowing you.
Not being there.
Sometimes I still worry about you.
Other times I think, you know, maybe it's what made you so strong.
Not an excuse, not at all.
You are so strong. You're stronger than Lexie.
- I don't know her that well. - Well, true.
You're a very impressive person, Meredith.
I'm so proud of you.
I'm a lifetime's worth of proud.
Anyway...
Anyway, old man's rambling.
Thank you.
Hey. How was your date with Sydney?
Wondering when you were going to bring that up.
- My dad's in the ER. - Really?
He cut himself.
He's not bad company, actually. He's quite funny and charming.
Drunk.
Is it weird that I like my drunk dad better than my regular dad?
A little.
- Are you OK? - Yeah, um...
My patient's in a coma and he's never going to wake up again.
His best friend is in the waiting area.
Poor thing thinks he's...
She thinks he's going to wake up any second.
I don't know.
I don't believe it. Who told you?
Henry. He was observing in Sloan's surgery,
and he said that Sloan announced it to the whole OR.
- Wow. O'Malley and Stevens are done. - Yeah.
- They didn't even last a week. - I know.
Tragic.
Can I have the key back, to my house?
Hey. What?
Key. To my house? I want it back. I heard we broke up.
- Can I have it? - Don't have any idea
- what you're talking about. - Everyone's talking about
the fact we broke up. Who you been talking to?
Nobody. I mean, to Meredith.
I knew it! What exactly did you say to her?
Nothing I... What do you mean you knew it? You been talking to her?
Yeah. But only after you were talking to her.
So I'm not the only one who talked to her, then.
You talked to her first!
What is my dad doing here?
Your dad came in drunk this morning.
That's what I was trying to tell you when you blew me off.
So you run to Meredith?
The one person that I asked you not to tell?
- I was trying to help, OK? - Right.
And what about Linda Russell, do you have her contact info?
You know you haven't changed? I mean, not even one bit.
You get this very intense look on your face when you're serious, you know?
It's your serious homework doing face.
- Hasn't changed. - Dr. Bailey.
Is that a patient form I see in your hand?
Yes, I suppose it is.
You're not supposed to fill out patient forms.
Patients are supposed to fill forms.
You have work to do. Your own work.
- Yes, sir. - Mandi?
- Mandi, I'm not...
- I'm not feeling so... - Marcus? Marcus!
- Pulse ox is dropping. - Pressure's 82 over 48.
Tell Radiology we need a stat spiral CT, and page Dr. Hahn.
- Dr. Shepherd? - Marissa.
Is he awake yet?
No, not yet.
I know Danny's parents aren't going to be here for a couple more hours,
but could I at least see him? Please?
All right, come on. Let's go sit down.
The...
When I removed the pencil, the artery burst.
When the brain swells that much, it has nowhere to go.
The hem...
Hey.
I would like to announce that I am getting two cups of coffee.
Two. One for me, one for my dad. He's here.
It's not horrible. What's wrong with you?
At this exact moment in OR Two,
Dr. Hahn is performing a pulmonary embolectomy.
- A pulmonary embolectomy. Meredith. - So what's the problem?
- You're on her service. Go. - No, I can't.
That'd make me a brownnoser, and everybody hates brownnosers.
I cannot be a brownnoser.
OK. There'll be other embolectomies. You can let this one slide.
No, no, no! No, I can't!
I don't know how to just let a pulmonary embolectomy slide!
Sure you can. It's like cutting a class.
- You never cut a class. - Never. Not once.
Ha.
That was a pretty big VSD on the echo.
Going to have to do an additional arteriotomy of the right PA.
- It should never have come to this. - I'm sorry?
You should've taken the situation seriously, ordered further tests.
Maybe I should have. Maybe you should have.
And if you weren't so busy flirting with the patient like a lovestruck teenager,
maybe you would have.
Forceps, please.
This is so sad. I used to walk by his house every day.
He was in my algebra class, I think.
Marissa.
I know that this seems impossible right now, but you will get through this.
- Danny would've wanted you to. - Don't know what he would've 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 in the pregnant girls' class.
I 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.
I'm going to write a letter to his mom and dad.
That's really beautiful.
- Get out. - What?
You're not supposed to be in here.
- She's here. - She's his friend. His best friend.
Go away. Go!
- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... - It's OK.
You just lost your best friend. It's the worst thing in the world.
- I won't repeat a word. - Thank you.
- Dr. Shepherd? - Yes.
I'm sorry. About Danny Metcalf. It looked like it was hard on you.
Which is good. If I had a son going through that,
I'd want the surgeon to be fully invested, like you were.
You have no idea who I am, do you?
Course I do.
Bye, Dr. Shepherd.
You're the nurse in OR Two. The one that talked about cliques?
Yeah, right?
Once we get your knee moving, we can get you out of bed,
and then you can start putting some weight on it.
But I won't be able to dance for a year?
Probably not.
Sometimes...
when things don't work out the way you planned, there's gifts...
You're gonna give me some stupid speech about silver linings?
I am never going to be captain again.
I was fired from a job recently, and...
You were fired from being a doctor, and they let you cut my ass?
OK, shut your trap for eight seconds and let me finish.
I didn't get fired from being a doctor. I got fired from being, like...
Well, our version of squad captain.
Which is mostly about organizing crap.
- Not about surgery. - So?
So... I got to go back to the part that I like.
Which... It's kind of a gift.
Hahn. Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
You paged, Dr. Hahn?
Apparently when you ask for copies of the CT angio around here,
people think it's all right to just give you the slices that contain the clot.
Can you please bring me the entire CT?
Absolutely. Yes, absolutely. I'll do that right now.
- Your dad was in the ER today. - I know.
You know he was drunk and he put his hand through a window?
- Yeah. Anything else? - 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 kind of 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.
Every day is my mother's birthday.
My mother was born in March. He lied.
He's a liar. And I'm glad.
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 20,000 dollars
because he said I deserved everything life had to offer.
Because he was so proud of me. A lifetime's worth of proud.
So you can't listen to anything he says because it's not about you.
It's about a pint and a half of Dewar's.
So thank you for letting me know
that I need to keep a better eye on him. Thanks.
Meredith, you want to come in for a minute and sit down?
Meredith?
- I'm sorry about all this. - Meredith, please.
You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing at all.
I'm keeping you from doing your job.
This is my job. At least part of it.
Think of it as the principal's office.
Only I'm the nice principal.
Anyway, I promised your mom I'd take care of you.
I told you, you don't have to do that.
I know. I know I don't. But I do.
- Hey, you. - Hey, you.
I guess I'm still alive and kicking, huh?
You had a clot that traveled to your lungs, but we got to it in time.
So you're going to be kicking for a good long time now, Marcus King.
Mandi.
You have always been my angel.
Always have been. I just...
I never would've made it through high school without you.
I never would've made it through this day without you.
- Come on now. - Mandi, I mean it.
Thank you. I thank you.
My mama thanks you.
And you know my daddy thanks you.
You tell your mama and daddy that I said they're welcome.
Oh, hey, I was...
I was wondering if you got a chance to finish up that paperwork.
I wouldn't ask, but, you know,
I think a lot of it was kind of important.
No, I didn't. I was planning on...
Just got to, you know... finish it right now.
Thanks. You're the best.
Come here. With all due respect, this has reached critical mass.
You saved his life, and he's taking you for granted.
Know what he deserves? A long speech. You need to go right back in there,
and you need to give him a long, long speech.
I don't do secrets.
I don't do any of that 15-year-old,
"Oh, I'm going to tell you, but don't tell anyone else."
I don't do that crap.
We're not talking about who made out with who at the Halloween dance.
OK, this was a private family issue.
Your dad's a drunk. He comes in and screams
at the top of his lungs in the ER.
It couldn't be less private.
I had to start cleaning up my dad when I was seven.
That's when I turned into the grown-up.
So you got to wait until you were 24. Good for you.
Night, Bailey.
- Sit down. - What?
Sit down!
- You OK? - What do you care?
With your hair products and your perfect little face,
perfect little life. What do you care how I am?
Perfect life? Have you been paying attention?
Yeah, I pay attention. I pay attention.
I pay attention to people in all walks of life. All types!
I notice people. I see people.
It's guys like you who don't see people like me.
I don't see you?
Clearly, I'm not talking about you, Shepherd.
Just...
Guys like you who don't see girls like me.
We don't exist for you. We exist to do your homework.
We exist to build your ego up.
I am a successful, married mother.
I am Chief Resident!
I am Chief Resident of a major metropolitan hospital!
I am a surgeon who saved his life today!
And he still doesn't see me.
I may as well still be that high school girl
with the mushroom haircut
and the Coke bottle glasses, and the band uniform.
The girl who didn't get to go to homecoming dance because
it didn't even occur to him to ask me.
All those late nights tutoring him, and it didn't even occur to him to ask.
Hmm.
Band uniform. Really?
Do I look like I'm going to be mocked by you right now?
No, you don't. I'm just going to say one thing.
In high school, I was a 110 pounds and I hadn't yet figured out hair product.
I had a big Afro and had acne.
And I, too, wore a band uniform.
Sax.
Oboe.
I would have been honored to take a girl like you to homecoming.
In some ways we grow up.
We have families. We get married...
Divorced.
I was trying to think of a long speech.
You know, like Bailey with her long speeches, and just...
Just everything I wanted to say to you.
The gist is, I can't talk to you. That's why I talk to Meredith.
I just... I don't know why.
It used to be...
It use to be...
that I was the only person you could talk to. And you were the only person
- I could talk to. - I know.
I need to be able to talk to you.
I'm in love with this incredible guy, and we're having problems.
And my best friend, he would know what to say to me about it.
I need to be able to talk to my best friend.
I cannot get through this without my best friend.
Why isn't this easier?
I don't know.
Well, I want my best friend back.
Me, too.
But, for the most part, we still have the same problems
that we did when we were 15.
Hey, Rose. Rose!
- You know my name. - I had to ask around, but now I know.
- Good for you. Good night. - Hang on.
I should have recognized you from the OR today.
We worked together for three hours and... It's thoughtless.
I've worked on 36 of your surgeries,
and today was the first time you made eye contact.
Like I said, hospital's no better than high school.
Good night, Dr. Shepherd.
Someone figured out how to get back on the horse.
What? No. Was just talking about work.
Could've fooled me.
Hey, Dad, want to get a drink?
Doctors S and S. How are we this evening?
Hiya, Sydney.
Derek, you think I just could talk to you for one quick minute?
Yeah. Have a seat.
Remember, heart attack.
- Derek. - Sydney.
I want you to know that I really enjoyed our date last night. I really did.
- I don't think we should do it again. - You don't?
I'm a lot of woman. OK? I bring home the bacon.
Fry it up in a pan, serve it with eggs or on a sandwich,
- or crumbled up in a Cobb salad. - You do a lot with bacon.
Not just bacon.
But, Derek, I bring a lot of things to the table.
And I'm looking for a man who can do the same,
a man who can meet my needs.
All my needs.
I just don't think you're ready.
Hmm.
Well, you might be right.
I won't let this affect our work if you won't.
I won't.
No matter how much we grow taller...
Grow older...
Apparently, I'm not good at meeting needs.
And I don't bring that much to the table.
I'm awkward and freaky.
We are still forever stumbling.
- Do you want to get out of here? - I do.
Forever wondering...
Forever... young.