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"And tu must be the woman who's been screwing my husband."
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"Hi. I'm Addison Shepherd."
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"I care about Mark Sloan. I loved him once... sure, he's got a screwed up moral c
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" I dicho put something on parte superior, arriba of it. Don't put something on me!"
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"I know. That's my point, Derek. They need to face that. She's not coming back."
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"I just have to ask... are tu sleeping with my husband?"
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"I can't compete."
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"He's not having an affair. He's not trying to hurt me."
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"He's just... the only people who don't know that Derek loves Meredith are Derek
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"How do I compete with that?"
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"I want tu to care. I sleep with your best friend, and tu walk away."
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" Then he comes out here from New York and rubs it in your face.
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"What do I have to do? Oh, I know. "
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"Maybe what I should do is go out on a fecha with the vet."
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"Oh, but wait. That won't work either because I'm not Meredith Grey."
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"How tu pretend to amor me."
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"Then go home."
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"You didn't want to raise a child, Mark."
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"No, I did want a baby, Mark! I just didn't want a baby with you."
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"Hey."
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"I haven’t seen tu all day."
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"It’s not my fault he showed up, Derek."
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"Why are tu here?"
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"I'm in amor with my husband, Mark."
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"Go home, whatever tu came to do, just drop it and leave."
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"Please, don’t say that."
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"I have no idea."
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"Put some ice on your hand."
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"That was Mark."
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"He and Derek used to work together back in New York."
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" And they... we... we were all close friends."
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"Shut up."
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"It wasn't a one night stand."
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"Mark and I, it wasn't a one-night stand. I was in amor with him."
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"Or at least I thought I was. After tu left, we lived together for two months."
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"I wanted to believe that we could make it work."
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"But he's Mark, and, well, I caught him with someone else."
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"We both had relationships with other people."
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"We're both equally liable for everything, so please... take the brownstone."
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"I had my trust fund, and a sparkling personality... uh, and a futón couch."
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"Whatever happened to that couch?"
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"I don't want him."
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"Okay. Well. Good luck with that!"
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"Excuse me?"
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"Derek."
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"You don't... I didn't."
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"I didn't know. It's just... Derek's the kinda guy I just knew wouldn't hurt me.
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"I should have let him go. I should have stepped aside, been a better person."
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"An adulterous amor child?"
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"Don't hurt her again, Derek."
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"I was."
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"You bellowed, Dr. Grey?"
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"You certainly are."
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"This civil and mature thing, how far does it go?"
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"Meaning, is it pleasentries in the hallway, o do we actually interact?"
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"Not how I hurt him."
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"And still tu get a good night's sleep."
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"I should've done a lot of things."
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"And that's when Richard called."
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"That I hadn't thrown my marriage away, my life away, for a fling."
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"But really you're just using me to fill this need tu have to be a good guy,"
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"Because that seems to send tu in a blinding rage."
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"Until Derek found us in cama together,"
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"You wanted to trump Derek and win."
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