Grey's Anatomy: Jackson Avery

Wow, Trauma Room Barbie.

In my family, I’m the pretty one. You know, my eyes, my smile, my body. You should see me without my shirt on, it’s ridiculous. But my family is smart, driven, crazy over achievers. They look like they’re smart, they don’t look like me, which has its perks, except that my family treated me like I’m pretty. They expected nothing from me, ever. They never pushed me, so I had to push myself, hard. I didn’t tell them I was taking the MCAT until after I aced it. My point is, you can’t just change your hair. You want to be unforgettable. You want to be mousy. You can’t just change your hair. You have to actually change. Just saying.

About the wonders of medicine. About how as surgeons we’re meant to push boundaries and do what no one’s ever done. It’s cheesy what it is. And you hear it enough times at your grandparents dinner table, you can’t help but want to be a surgeon when you grow up.

I hate it when they know I’m related to him. The way they treat me, the way they watch me, as soon as they find out. I know the name has helped but he is not easy, brilliant, but really not easy to be related to.

They’re fighting over me or more the idea of me.

No it’s not a waste. It’s exactly what my grandfather had in mind when he came up with the stupid thing. Find some way to keep surgeons motivated, make them take it to the next level, even if they’re already at the top of their game. That’s exactly what it did today.

Just tell them that he's gonna feel pretty awful. That he lived and his brother died. That every time he feels glad to be alive, he'll hate himself for it. Just tell them to look out for it. He won't want to talk about it, but he'll be glad they know.

Anybody want my soup? It's reminding me of pancreatic fluid.

She's a girl. Girls cry.

We are not close. That is not something we do.

You got to be kidding me with this crap, Lexie. Nobody has just one soul mate. That'd be such a dumb system.

You really want to be dating a guy, two women, and a baby?