Dr. Meredith Grey: In the eight grade, my English class had to read "Romeo and Juliet". Then for extra credit, Ms. Synder made us act out all the parts. Sal Scafarillo was Romeo and as fate would have it, I was Juliet. All the other girls were jealous, but I had a slightly different take. I told Ms. Synder 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. Ms. Synder 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 the poison and go to sleep in a mausoleum, she deserved whatever she got!

Dr. Richard Webber: You're being wooed, aren't you?

Dr. Miranda Bailey: Excuse me?

Dr. Richard Webber: The fellowship, LA Med, Chicago Central. They're wooing you. I mean, you're fielding offers, you're looking at bonus packages, you're letting yourself be wooed.

Dr. Miranda Bailey: Chief, I...

Dr. Richard Webber: It's fine. It's fine. Go be a hotshot somewhere else. But tell me, how could you do this to me? I mean, I'm hurt, I'm really hurt. After all I've done for you. You're gifted and you're ungrateful. And that's all I'm sayin'.

Dr. Miranda Bailey: I'm pregnant, you blind moron.

Dr. Richard Webber: You're what?

Dr. Miranda Bailey: My heart rate is 110, I'm burning 3000 calories a day, my legs are swollen, I've got indigestion and gas. Did you know that carrying a boy in your uterus means that you burn 10% more calories than if you had a girl? Guess what I'm carrying? I tried for 7 damn years and a month before my fellowship notification, the stick turns blue. Men. From the very beginnin' they just suck the life right outta you. I'm not leaving. I'm pregnant.

Dr. Richard Webber: Um... congratulations?

Dr. Alex Karev: What are you pissed about?

Dr. Isobel "Izzie" Stevens: You look at everything in a skirt.

Dr. Alex Karev: I'd look at you in a skirt, something short, maybe school girl. Pleated.

Dr. Isobel "Izzie" Stevens: If that skirt didn't have a big pair of bouncing boobs attached to it, you'd stop looking.

Dr. Alex Karev: You cut 'em off, you build 'em back up. Maybe you get to upgrade. Life goes on.

Dr. Isobel "Izzie" Stevens: If there was a genetic test for testicular cancer, you think men who tested positive would have this surgery? No, because it's castration. What man would willingly get rid of the part of his anatomy that makes him a man? This woman is having herself castrated. And we book an OR and act like it means nothing. It's not nothing! God, how could you possibly act like it's no big deal? I mean, what if it was me?

Dr. Alex Karev: Izzie, you're freaking out. You know that, right?

Dr. Isobel "Izzie" Stevens: If I was the one with the cancer gene... I mean, what if I showed up tomorrow and my boobs were made of plastic and my skin had aged 10 years and my sex drive had dried up? If it was me, Alex, would you be so fine with it then?

[Alex is silent]

Dr. Isobel "Izzie" Stevens: Yeah, you'd be really hot to kiss me with tongue then, wouldn't you?

[she leaves]

Dr. Alex Karev: [later] Here's the thing - I like your rack.

Dr. Isobel "Izzie" Stevens: God, what is wrong with you? Why do you have to be so... what is wrong with you?

Dr. Alex Karev: 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'd want you.

[Izzie slaps him]

Dr. Alex Karev: Ow! What was that for?

[she kisses him]

Dr. Meredith Grey: Maybe Romeo and Juliet were fated to be together, but just for a while, and then their time passed. And if they could've known that beforehand, maybe it would've all been OK. I told Ms. Synder that when I was grown up, I would take fate into my own hands. I wouldn't let some guy drag me down. Mrs. Synder said I'd be lucky if I ever had that kind of passion with someone, and if I did, we would be together forever. Even now I believe 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.