Grey's Anatomy, Season 11

Callie:
She was really pretty. The woman. At the bar. With the nice transducers. I'm not ready.

Owen:
You gotta start sometime.

Callie:
Owen, the last woman that I kissed in that bar, I ended up marrying.

Owen:
Well, maybe just take the next one home then.

Callie:
Uh...

Owen:
Right?

Callie:
Shut up. Hey, you're not ready either.

Owen:
You know, I can't even imagine it. It's sex. Sure, you know, I've gone out and had one-night stands before. But... I don't know. I can't... Something real? I pulled that icicle out of her chest. Hell, I bathed her when she couldn't bathe herself. I can't imagine belonging to anyone like that again.

Callie:
Have we used up all our happy? You ever afraid of that, that this is all there is now? It's like I had a certain amount of happy that was supposed to last my whole life, and I've used it all up. Do you think that's true?

Owen:
God, I hope not.