“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 my life with. I was done. So all the boys, and all the bars, and all the obvious Daddy 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: I just want to make sure you’re alright. 
Meredith: No! I’m not alright? Okay? Are you satisfied? I’m not alright. Because you have a wife, and you call me a whore, and our dog died, and now you’re looking at me again. Stop looking at me.
Derek: I am not looking at you. I am *not* looking at you. 
Meredith: You are looking at me. And you watch me. And Finn has plans. And I like Finn. He’s perfect for me, and I’m really trying here to be happy, and I feel like I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe with you looking at me like that so just stop! 
Derek: You think I want to look at you? That I wouldn’t rather be looking at my wife? I’m married. I have responsibilities. She, she doesn’t drive me crazy. She doesn’t make it impossible for me to feel normal. She doesn’t make me sick to my stomach thinking about my veterinarian touching her with his hands. Man, I would give anything to not be looking at you.