Lexie finally goes to Joe's, and George is already there with the other residents. That's just mean, and totally not George's style to be so thoughtless. He invites her to sit down but she just goes to get her own drink and sit elsewhere by herself, sad little angel clown that she is. Izzie goes up to the bar to order a drink and finds herself next to Alex, who ignores her comment that George passed the exam. Derek comes in, having been looking for the two of them. He buys them a drink, then threatens that if they ever pull shit again like they did today, he'll have them thrown out of the program. Oh, one can only hope! He sees Mere and decides to just turn and leave; she watches him go with a pretty blank expression on her face. Back at the bar, Alex grabs Izzie as she turns to leave and admits that he knows he's being an ass. He's pissed off all the time but since he can't be mad at Ava for going nuts, he claims the only person in the whole world that he can be pissed at is Izzie. ... Thanks? It's a kind of strange way to show affection for someone, but she decides to stay standing at the bar with him.
A smoking-hot Callie meets Erica at the restaurant, and as soon as she sits down announces that they need to have rules. Hahn's totally confused, and it doesn't get any better when Callie explains that they need to have rules about the motherland. She desperately says that this might be the best vacation ever, but it's also mysterious and they need rules. "And an embassy. And a safe word." Hahn has no idea what's going on, so Callie adds, "Below... below the Mason-Dixon Line. Of your pants." Yup, that didn't help the confusion either. I know she's stumbling through this, but I can't believe that Erica wouldn't be able to grasp what Callie is trying (badly) to say. Callie finally admits in English that she's not sure she's ready to go all the way. Hahn agrees, like it's the most natural thing ever and she can't believe Callie didn't know this. It's very weird, it's like her only reaction to anything is the same smile and agreement each time. There's no change in expression no matter how many variations of this conversation they have. But regardless, Erica agrees and tells her that they can take it slow, maybe just to first base. Callie is totally relieved, and Erica hands her the last of her glass of wine to calm her down. She looks at the menu and after a moment Callie pipes up that maybe they could go to second base, and they smile at each other.