Cristina Yang hablando sobre su ex pareja, el cirujano Preston Burke

Cristina: It is not difficult sir… it is simple. Burke is not here. He’s gone and he’s the better for it. He’s winning the Harper Avery award and being celebrated all over the world. That is not difficult. He’s out there and I’m here where everything is the same. I still live in his apartment, I walk the same halls of this hospital, I wear the same scrubs. It is not difficult. This is where I am, this is where I choose to be. But sir, when his hand was shaking, I performed the surgeries, I kept his secrets, I nursed his pride… you know it,  I know it, and he knows it. HE knows it. And yet nowhere in that newspaper article does my name appear?. I am the unseen hand to his brilliance. And yet while everything is the same it is very, very different. Now I’m lucky if I get to hold a clamp. Hahn treats me like… ;

I was his hand and now I’m a ghost. That is not difficult… it’s unbearable. Everybody is proud of him… but I’m not… I do not wish him well.

Cómo pudo entrar en mi

(…)

Ya va a haber tiempo para las risas, los abrazos y los besos..
Dejenlo en su mundo, un mundo muy poco profundo,
donde no se rie, donde no se llora,
donde no se vive a pleno, ni el presente ni el ahora..

Lo único que me enferma es saber,
que en la perra vida jamás me voy a deshacer de él..
Siempre adentro mio,
fiel a su promesa de quemarme la cabeza,
para que yo sea infeliz..
Me enferma comprender que forma parte de mí..

The Holiday

Iris: I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn’t know you had inside you. And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends… you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door.

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Iris: I’ve found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said «Journeys end in lovers meeting.» What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said «love is blind». Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there’s another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas’, the worst Birthday’s, New Years Eve’s brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I’ve been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can’t swallow! All the usual symptoms.

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Graham: I have another scenario for you – I’m in love with you. I apologize for the blunt delivery, but as problematic as this fact may be, I’m in love… with YOU. I’m not feeling this because you’re leaving, and not because it feels good to feel this way… which, by the way, it does, or did before you went off like that. I can’t figure out the mathematics of this, I just know I love you. I can’t believe how many times I’m saying it! And I never thought I’d feel this way again, so that’s pretty phenomenal. And I realize that I come as a package deal: 3 for the price of 1. I know my package, perhaps in the light of day, isn’t all that wonderful, but I finally know what I want and that, in itself, is a miracle. And what I want is YOU.

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Graham: Well, I cry all the time.
Amanda: You do not.
Graham: Yeah I do. More than any woman you’ve ever met.
Amanda: You don’t have to be this nice.
Graham: It happens to be the truth.
Amanda: Really?
Graham: A good book, a great film, a birthday card, I weep.
Amanda: Shut up.
Graham: I’m a major weeper.

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Iris: Miles. You really are an incredibly decent man.
Miles: I know. It’s always been my problem.

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Iris: I’m looking for corny in my life.

Meredith: I think it’s better to have someone, even if it hurts, even if it is the most painful thing you have done, even if it’s the most painful thing you’ve ever had to do. I think it’s better to have someone.

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Preston Burke: Cristina, I could promise to hold you, and to cherish you. I could promise to be there, in sickness and in health. I could say till death do us part. But I won’t. Those vows are for optimistic couples, the ones full of  hope. I do not stand here on my wedding day optimistic or full of hope. I am not optimistic. I am not hopeful. I am sure. I am steady. I’m a heart man. Take ‘em apart, put ‘em back together, hold them in my hands. I am a heart man. So this, I am sure. You are my partner. My lover. My very best friend. My heart. My heart beats for you. And on this day, the day of our wedding, I promise you this. I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hands, I promise you… me.

Antología

Miranda [A Derek]:  Si esto se trata de…elegir entre tu trabajo y la persona que amas…debes elegir a la persona que amás. Fin de la historia. Mira…todo esto no significa nada si estás solo.

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Meredith: If you want to break up with me, so that you can see other women, just do it. Don’t tell me you met another woman. Just end it, if that’s what you want.
Derek: I can’t.
Meredith: Sure you can, here’s how it goes: «Meredith, I don’t want to see you anymore. Meredith, I don’t love you anymore.»
Derek: Meredith, I do love you. Don’t you see? Don’t you understand? You’re the love of my life. I can’t leave you. But you’re constantly leaving me. You walk away when you want, you come back when you want. Not everyone, not your friends, but you leave me. So, I’m asking you, if you don’t see a future with us. Please… please just end it because I’m in it. Put me out of my misery.
Meredith: I… I can’t. Christina’s getting married. I have to go… to make sure she’s getting married.
Derek: Meredith?
Meredith: I really need to make sure she gets down that aisle.

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Meredith: When I drowned, it was different for you than it was for me. Something happened to me, and I really don’t know how to explain it without sounding like… I just feel different – I wanna be better at everything, and I wanna let you in. I swear.
Derek: Did you practice that?
Meredith: With hand gestures, but I dropped those. Just.. now is not the time to give up on me, okay? That’s what I’m saying.
Derek: Okay.
Meredith: Okay.

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Meredith: I don’t want you to date other people. It may not be enough for you, but I’m trying here so I don’t want you to date anybody but me. That’s it. Except, I’m scared as hell to want you, but here I am, wanting you anyway. And fear means I have something to lose, right? And I don’t want to lose you.
Derek: Meredith?
Meredith: Don’t say anything. I’m gonna leave and you can say something tomorrow. That’s progress, right?

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Mark: I really am up for a drink, you know if you need to talk.
Derek: What would I need to talk about?
Mark: Meredith. You were lucky, man. That girl jerked you around.
Derek: You have no idea what you’re talking about. Meredith’s mother never wanted her and her father was never man enough to hang around. She has a right to be damaged. And us, together? It’s a big step for her. Her best friend gets left at the altar, and all she sees now is, things like this, they don’t work. She panics. She wants this, she doesn’t know how to have it. And you know what? It’s not her fault. So don’t ever talk to me about Meredith Grey again because you do not know what you are talking about. And I don’t want a friend.

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Derek: I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you. I want to build us a house. I want to settle down and grow old with you. I want to die when I’m 110 years old, in your arms. I don’t want 48 uninterrupted hours. I want a lifetime. Mmm. Do you see what happens? I say things like that and you fight the urge to run in the opposite direction. It’s okay, I understand. I didn’t, but now I do, I do. You’re just getting started and I’ve been doing this for a long time now. Deep down, you’re still an intern, and you’re not ready.
Meredith: I’m not ready right now. But things can stay the way they are, and I can get ready. I’ll get ready.
Derek: Things can’t stay the way they are. We can still meet in the elevator, the on-call room… and maybe you’ll get ready. And I’ll wait. I’ll wait until you’re ready.
Meredith: Okay, then…
Derek: Yeah, but what if, what if while I’m waiting, I meet someone who is ready to give me what I want from you?
Meredith: What if you do?
Derek: I don’t know…

Miranda Bailey & Derek Shepherd

Derek: Buenas noches, Bailey.
Miranda: Sentáte.
Derek: Qué?
Mirnada: Sentáte!
Derek: Estás bien?
Miranda: Qué es lo que te preocupa? Vos, con tus productos para el cabello y tu pequeña cara perfecta, pequeña vida perfecta. Qué es lo que te preocupa de cómo estoy?
Derek: Mi pequeña vida perfecta. Has estado prestando atención en lo absoluto?
Miranda: Si…Yo presto atención. Yo presto atención! Yo le presto atención a la gente en sus caminos, de todo tipo. Yo noto a la gente. Son hombres como vos los que no ven gente como yo.
Derek: No te veo a vos?
Miranda: No estoy hablando de vos, Shepherd. Sólo hombres como vos. Quienes no ven mujeres como yo. Nosotras no existimos para ustedes. Existimos para hacer su trabajo! Existimos para alimentar su ego…Soy una exitosa madre casada. Soy jefa de los residentes, Soy la JEFA de los residentes del mejor hospital del mundo. Soy la cirujana que le salvó la vida a él hoy! Y él sigue sin verme…Tal vez sigo siendo esa chica de secundaria que solía tener ese peinado en forma de hongo y anteojos gigantes, y aquél uniforme de la banda. La chica que no fue al baile del curso porque a él ni se le ocurrió preguntarme. Todas esas noches preocupándome y estando con él hasta tarde, y a él ni se le ocurrió invitarme?
Derek: Mmm. Uniforme de la banda? En serio?
Miranda: Parece que tengo ganas de que me tomes el pelo ahora mismo?
Derek: No, no parecés. Sólo voy a decir una sola cosa. En la secundaria, pesaba 50 kilos, y todavía no había descubierto un producto para el cabello, asi que tenía un gran ‘afro’. Y..mmm…tenía acné…y yo también tenía el uniforme de la banda. El Saxo.
Miranda: Oboe.
Derek: Hubiera sido un honor haber llevado a una chica como vos al baile.

Continuación (hasta que termina de hablar Derek):

Izzie: It used to be…It used to be…That I was the only person you could talked to. And you were the only person that I could talked to.
George: I know..
Izzie: I’m in love with this incredible guy and we’re having problems. And my best friend, he would know what to say to me about it. I need to be able to talk to my best friend. I cannot get through this without my best friend.
George: Why isn’t this easier?
Izzie: I don’t know.
George: Well, I want my best friend back.
Izzie: Me too.