Mcdreamy Quotes

Of course I don't faint at the sight of blood. I jump onto the dance floor and do the Soulja Boy. Get the hell off me, Dr. McDreamy.

Hey Kate, you coming to our show Friday night?" He leaned in close and touched my shoulder. "The guys would love to see you there." "Yes. Yes, the guys would indeed." Carter rolled his eyes and smirked. I held back my grin, well aware that he was laughing inwardly at the same thing I was. When Dean spoke of 'the guys,' he mostly meant himself. With a body like a Ken doll and hair like Meredith's McDreamy, I couldn't figure out for the life of me what he wanted with me.

Are any of them even half as cute as Dr. McDreamy?” “Most of them are old men. Gray hair, mustaches, bellies like Santa Claus. You’ve seen my boss.

Here was Nick Krieger tenderly touching my face with the sun setting behind him and snowflakes sliding off his bare shoulders. "Hayden,"he said again,gently. "Are you sure you didn't hit your head?" "I don't think so." He moved the t-shirt aside and leaned closer,examining my ear. Oooh,it would be so much more romantic if he looked into my eyes rather than fixating on my ear.Shouldn't I be able to make this happen? What was the world comng to,that I couldn't even control what Nick did in my own wet dream? He poked my ear. "Ow,ow,ow!" I squealed, and then felt faint again,out of breath.This was no wet dream.It was reality after all. He let out a disgusted sigh. "Hayden, Josh is right.The doctor might not even put a stitch in that.What's the matter with you? Do you faint at the sight of blood?" Oh,no.There was no way I would let him get the upper hand,even if I was lying on my back in the snow and he was kneeling over me. I laughed. "Of course I don't faint at the sight of blood.I jump onto the dance floor and do the Soulja Boy.Get the hell off me,Dr. McDreamy.

Oh my god." She threw her hands up. "It's a sex injury. You don't have to go all Dr. McDreamy on me, for the love of God." His lips quirked. "You can call me that while I fuck you if you want," he said, his voice heavy despite his amusement. "But we're not moving on until I treat you." She crossed her arms. "Maybe I should call you Dr. McStubborn. Or Dr. McAss." She pressed her lips together. "Or Dr. McCo-" He rubbed his jaw. "I think I get the point. I'm a stubborn ass. Now let me look at your back." "Yeah? Well..." She lifted her chin. "I'm refusing treatment." He stiffened. "I'm refusing your refusal." "I'm refusing your refusal of my refusal." "I'm refusing-" He broke off and shook his head, looking up at the sky. "You know what? We're wasting time. Sit down.

Have you seen the episode of Grey’s Anatomy where McDreamy dies?

Wow, that’s great. You must work crazy hours, huh? Like Dr. McDreamy and Meredith Grey, on Grey’s?