Nadie dice en su lecho de muerte, "me cuadraron los números 73 trimestres seguidos". No, cuando uno está en su lecho de muerte, habla de sus experiencias más extraordinarias. Seguro que la mayor parte de ellas tienen que ver con la familia y los amigos; pero también pueden incluir aquellas cosas super guays que has hecho en el trabajo. Y esas cosas son invariablemente honrosas.
Meredith: I never should have told you about George. Derek: No, it's fine, I'm glad I know about him, and the vet. You really get around. Meredith: What did you just say to me? Derek: It's unforgivable. Meredith: I don't remember ever asking you to forgive me. Derek: So was the knitting a phase? Who's next? Alex? ' Cause I hear he likes to sleep around. You two have that in common. Meredith: (she grabs him as he turns to walk off) You don't get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of issues, who cared, because I was done. You left me. You chose Addison. I'm all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don't get to call me a whore. Derek: This thing with us...It's over. Meredith: Finally.
Grey's Anatomy.
Apparently, this wasn't the only thing that was over yesterday. Happy 2011!!!!