"Dude, is she knitting?" Joe asked.
"You know," Derek said. "As a friend, I gotta tell you, you look a little weird."
"I'm making a sweater," Meredith said, not looking up from her knitting.
"You're knitting. In a bar. You can't knit in a bar, you're scaring the customers," Joe told her.
"Come on, have a drink," Derek offered.
"I can't have a drink. I'm celibate," Meredith replied.
"You mean sober?" Joe asked. "She means sober."
Meredith shook her head, still knitting. "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 grinned. "You? Celibate? I just don't buy it."
"No more men," Meredith said decisively.
"No more men?" Addison asked, coming up to the bar and sitting beside Derek. "Really? You? I'm asking because we're friends."
"Every guy I meet turns out to be married," Meredith answered.
"Ooh, ouch," Derek said.
"Sorry. Or Mark," Meredith went on.
"Ok, I'm going to over there now," Addison put in, getting up from her seat and heading away from the bar.
"Sorry," Meredith called. "Or, remember the horrible thing I did? Remember George?"
"You're making a sweater," Derek said finally.
"I'm making a sweater."