George throws up some X-rays and says they are Big Daddy's. There's some back and forth where Alex calls the Waltons "stupid hicks," George yells at him, and Izzie sees fit to say something about even Big Daddy knowing how to wash his hands after he pees. Bailey snaps them back in line and tells them to discharge the mother and father and get Noah in the OR for surgery. Addison arrives and wonders why Alex isn't up checking on her patients. Alex snots that there was a car accident and he's been checking on a pregnant mother. Addison blandly tells him she was going to have him scrub in on a few of her surgeries today, but now thinks he should stay by Smelly Mel's side all day. Busted. Addison leaves. Bailey tells Izzie to scrub in on Noah's patella fracture surgery, and orders Alex to find his patient. "The She Shepherd just walks in here and pulls me off surgery?" Alex demands. "You burn the She Shepherd, she burns back. Now go," Bailey responds calmly. Smelly Mel asks, "The CT won't hurt the baby or nuthin', right?" "No, it won't hurt the baby...or nuthin'," Cristina sighs. Smelly Mel babbles about the baby shower she was having that day and how nice it was that her parents were in town for it. Alex arrives and announces he's "Captain of the Vagina Squad." Cristina happily tells Smelly Mel that Alex is going to take care of her and that he really likes to talk, so Smelly Mel should tell him all about everything. Alex mutters something irritable to Cristina as Smelly Mel wonders, "What she mean 'Captain'? And what kinda squad you on?" He's Captain of the Good Girl Squad, hon.
George checks on Marshall and finds him reading his own chart because he wants to find out what made him swerve his car into oncoming traffic. Marshall wants to know if the people he hit are going to be okay: "No serious complications?" George says they're still being checked out as Izzie barges in. She tells Callie that she'll be her intern for the patella surgery. Without looking at her, Callie tells her to prep the OR while she puts on Noah's splint. Izzie makes hand-washing motions at George, who shoves her out the door. Seriously, it's getting a bit bitchy, Izzie. Callie starts to examine Marshall. George sidles up and whispers, "D'you wash your hands?" "What?" Callie hisses between clenched teeth. "You washed your hands, right?" Callie whispers that of course she washed her hands. Marshall looks up. George goes away. Marshall starts reading medibabble from his chart and determines that he wasn't drinking or under the influence. Callie snaps a bone back in place. Marshall reacts with pain. I'm getting slightly nauseated.