intimacy. love: a four letter word for here's my soul, please grind it into hamburger.

shepherd: it's not the chase

meredith: what

shepherd: it's 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?

shepherd: it smells good. and you're very very ballsy. it keeps me in line.

meredith: im still not going out with you.