Izzie runs into the elevator where she finds Alex, Mere and Cristina. She tells them she's moving the pre- and post-op patients to the clinic, and Alex responds by hitting her like he did everyone else at lunch. She shrieks as he points out she doesn't have a high pain threshold. She turns to Mere in response and tells her to just throw him out. Izzie bakes and cleans, while Alex only brings filth. "What would you prefer, Meredith, chocolate cake, or an STD?" Alex smirks. I think someone needs to educate Izzie on how one actually contracts an STD, because while Alex does bring through a parade of ladies, I don't think any of them are going to be gifting a disease to Meredith anytime soon. The doors to the elevator open and water rushes in -- thank goodness, though, it doesn't appear to be poop water.
There's mass chaos as everyone tries to get the patients out while the ceiling rains on them. Bailey runs after the Chief, who is still somehow claiming that he has things under control, and he orders her to join Izzie in the clinic. Bailey advises him to shut the floor down, get the patients to other hospitals, and then they can get the plumbing fixed and everything back up in no time. His plan, however, is to close all but 2 ORs, and reiterates angrily that he has it under control. When Bailey interrupts him, he finally yells, "Dr. Bailey! Clinic! Now!" She gives him a Look, and smoothly answers, "Yes sir. On my way." She knows he'll regret messing with her.
Lexie, meanwhile, is helping George with the Chief Intern duties. He hands her a stack of files but asks to make sure she has time, and she assures him she really wants him to take the test. Mark chooses that moment to call her over and tell her that she's not entirely useless, and because she caught Barry's extremely rare condition, she can scrub in. She panics that he means now, and Mark answers that the flood is contained, and Barry's been waiting to be pain-free for seven years. Stuttering, she tells him she can't. There's love, and then there's making sure you destroy your budding career, Lexie. She thanks him and asks, "But maybe next time?" He's ticked off and informs her, "No, Lassie, there won't be a next time." He punctuates his leaving with a muttered, "Pathetic."