«So pick me. Choose me. Love me.»

"Derek: Look, we could do this another day.

Meredith: There is no other day! Every day is like this! Every day there's a crisis! There's no time!

Derek: Meredith.

Meredith: I love you and I do want to marry you today. But, there is no time.

Derek: Do you have a piece of paper?

Meredith: For what?

Derek: In order to do that we need to make vows. A commitment. A contract. Give me a piece of paper.

Meredith: I don't! I... I... I... I... I don't. I have post its!

Derek: Ok. What do we wanna promise each other?

Meredith: That you'll love me... even when you hate me.

Derek: To love each other, even when we hate each other. No running. Ever! Nobody walks out. No matter what happens.

Meredith: No running.

Derek: What else?

Meredith: That we'll take care of each other, even when we're old, and smelly, and senile. And... if I get Alzheimer's and forget you...

Derek: I will remind you who I am, every day. To take care when old, senile, and smelly. This... Is forever. Sign.

Meredith: This is our wedding, a post it?

Derek: If you sign it.

Meredith: Now what?

Derek: Now I kiss the bride.

Meredith: Married.

Derek: Married."