2.22 Name of the GameJoe: Dude, is she knitting?
Derek: You know, as a friend, I gotta tell you, you look a little weird.
Meredith: I'm making a sweater.
Joe: You're knitting. In a bar. You can't knit in a bar, you're scaring the customers.
Derek: Come on, have a drink.
Meredith: I can't have a drink, I'm celibate.
Joe: You mean sober? She means sober.
Meredith: No, celibate. I'm practicing celibacy and drinking does not go well with celibacy because it makes everything and everyone seem kind of porn-y. And then my head gets all cloudy and then the next thing you know I'm naked. My point is I'm celibate and knitting is good for surgical dexterity so I'm making a sweater.
Derek: You? Celibate? I just don't buy it.
Meredith: No more men.
Addison: No more men? Really? You? I'm asking, because we're friends.
Meredith: Every guy I meet turns out to be married.
Derek: Ooh ouch.
Meredith: Sorry. Or Mark.
Addison: Ok I'm going to over there now [she gets up and leaves]
Meredith: Sorry. Or, remember the horrible thing I did? Remember George?
Derek: You're making a sweater.
Meredith: I am making a sweater.