George: [to Meredith]: You don’t get to choose. I know you’ve been going through a bad time. I know you miss Shepherd. And I know that your life has, admittedly, been pretty unpleasant these days. You get points for breathing in and out. You get to be a little selfish. But you don’t get to choose a dog over me… I’m George. I sleep down the hall from you. I buy your tampons. I have held your hand, every time you asked. I’ve earned the right to be seen. To be respected. To not have you think of me, as less than a dog that you got at the pound. So, I’m not moving out. Whether you like it or not, I’m staying.
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