(Opens with it raining outside. The camera pans across her room. It passes her alarm clock which is flashing with time of 4.37am. Meredith is lying in bed)
Meredith Voice Over: We live out our lives on the surgical unit. Seven days a week, fourteen hours a day. We’re together more than we’re apart.
(Meredith wakes up scared to find Izzie hovering over her bed with a cup of coffee)
IZZIE: George’s room is bigger than mine.
(Meredith sighs and gets up. She trips and falls flat on her face)
(Scene switches to Meredith moving hurriedly down the hall with Izzie following her)
MVO: After a while
IZZIE: I have more clothes. I should have the bigger room.
MVO: …the ways of residency
(They pass George who is guarding his room door)
GEORGE: I got here first.
IZZIE: It’s Meredith’s house, she should decide.
(George runs after them)
MVO: …become the ways of life.
(Cut to Meredith walking down the stairs with Izzie and George following her a few feet behind)
GEORGE: My room is like, two inches bigger than yours!
MVO: Number One
IZZIE: You have a bigger closet!
GEORGE: So? Why is everything always a competition? I –
MVO: …always keep score.
(Izzie and George argue in the background. Meredith enters her laundry room and rummages for some clean clothes)
MVO: Number two. Do whatever you can to outsmart the other guy.
GEORGE: …you could put your clothes somewhere else!
IZZIE: Everywhere else is filled with Meredith’s mom’s boxes.
GEORGE: Meredith? When is your mom coming back to town anyway? Because maybe we can put her boxes in storage.
IZZIE: Or unpack a few things, make this place a little more homey. Some throw pillows, some lamps, a few paintings.
GEORGE: Oh, paintings would be nice.
IZZIE: Yeah. You have all this amazing stuff just packed away. In the back hall, I found this box with like a hundred tapes of your mother performing these amazing medical procedures.
(Meredith walks down the hallway quickly and enters her bathroom)
GEORGE: Really? We should watch them. Meredith do you want to watch –
(Meredith slams the door in their faces. A moment later she opens it again and takes Izzie’s coffee from her and shuts the door again)
GEORGE: Meredith, do you want some privacy?
(Meredith slumps against the other side of the door, holding her coffee)
MVO: Number three. Don’t make friends with the enemy.