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Derek繼續(xù)ask meredith to going out with him...

[Cut to Meredith packing up her stuff in the locker room. Derek comes in and shuts the door.]

Derek: ____1____.

Meredith: What?

Derek: You and me. It is not the thrill of the chase. It's not a game. It's...____2____. And your hair.

Meredith: My hair?

Derek: Smells good. And you're very, very bossy. ____3____.

Meredith: ____4____.

Derek: ____5____.
It's not the chase it's your tiny ineffectual fists Keeps me in line I'm still not going out with you You say that now