Derek: It's not the chase.
Meredith: What?
Derek: You and me. It is not the thrill of the chase. It's not the game. It's... (sigh) It's your tiny, ineffectual fists. And your hair.
Meredith: My hair?
Derek: It smells good. And you're very, very bossy. Keeps me in line.
Meredith: I'm still not going out with you.
Derek: You say that now.