Miranda: “Since when do you ‘get out?’”
Addison: “Clearly, I’m not myself today.”
Miranda: “Never would have figured Mark Sloan to be your type.”
Addison: “He’s not… he’s not… What is he doing here? He’s not supposed to be here. I can’t have him here, I can’t. He’s supposed to be in New York. I can’t function with him here. I’m a professional here, people respect me here, but when he’s here I’m just… I’m…”
Miranda: “A woman who gets the hots for man candy and cheats on her husband.”
Addison: “That is rude. And unkind. And completely true. And oh my God, what am I gonna do?”
Miranda: “For starters, you can keep your knees closed in his presence.”
Addison: “Miranda!”
Miranda: “You asked. And also, you can remember, that no man, not Derek, not Mark, defines who you are.”

I miss Addie in Seattle… I loved her friendship with Miranda and Callie

(Source: nicoreillys, via fuckyeahkate-scorsone)