Derek: It's not the chase.
Derek: You and me. It is not the thrill of the chase. It's not a game. It's...it's your tiny ineffectual fists. And your hair.
Meredith: My hair?
Derek: It smells nice. And you're very, very bossy. It keeps me in line.
Meredith: I'm still not going out with you.
Derek: You say that now.