Meredith: “Okay, before you start, there are rules to this friendship thing, or whatever.”
Mark: “The Dirty Mistresses Club has rules? Gosh, I didn’t think a bunch of dirty mistresses would be a little less uptight about these, uh, rules.”
Meredith: “Number one: No flirting. Second: No talking about Derek and C: No giving me the face.”
Mark: “The face?”
Meredith: “The McSteamy face. Doesn’t work on me. I’m immune.”
Mark: “If I’d gone off to the woods, I would’ve invited you to keep me warm.”
Meredith: “Breaking rules 1, 2 and 3.”
What if one little thing I said or did made it all fall apart? What if I’d chosen another life for myself? Or another person? We might never have found each other. What if I’d been raised differently? What if my mother had never been sick? What if I’d actually had a good father? What if?