Izzie Stevens: (to Alex after he posted copies of her magazine ad all over the locker room) You wanna see it? You really wanna see it? Fine! Let’s look at that tattoo up close and personal, shall we? (she rips off her shirt and throws it at Alex) What are these? Oh, my God! Breasts! How does anybody practice medicine hauling these things around? And what have we got back here? Let’s see if I remember my anatomy. (takes off her pants) Gluts, right? Lets study them, shall we? Gather around and check out the booty that put Izzie Stevens through med school! You wanna call me Dr. Model? That’s fine. Just remember that while you’re still sitting on two hundred grand of student loans, I’m out of debt.
Meredith Grey: Okay, before you guys go in there and start cutting on this patient you need to apologize to each other. If not for the patient, for me. Or, for Lexie. Look at her! Her face is breaking out, her ass is humongous.
Lexie Grey: It’s true, I had to get the scrubs with the elastic waist band.
Meredith Grey: If you don’t apologize right now, she’s not scrubbing in.
Lexie Grey: I won’t, and you can’t make me! (shoves another cookie into her mouth) This should be a joyful time. Your best friends getting married, you should be the best man.
Derek Shepherd: The Chief will be my best man.
Meredith Grey: What?
Lexie Grey: Is my ass really that…
Meredith Grey: Lexie, would you excuse us please? (Lexie leaves) The Chief?
Derek Shepherd: The best man is my choice. When are you gonna let go of the grudge you have against the chief?
Meredith Grey: Derek, the man had an affair with my mother. Broke up my parents marriage, and basically destroyed my childhood. Meanwhile, you’ve been best friend with Mark for 20 years, and you’re willing to throw all that away over nothing. So, don’t talk to me about holding grudges. I’ll get over mine, when you get over yours.