Once again, Richard finds himself groveling as he and Alex help a stunned Jack onto a gurney. He can only mutter, "My wife left me. My accountant stole from me. The store I worked at burned down. I was diagnosed with an aneurysm for which I require surgery in a hospital that seems to be crumbling around me. God hates me." Not you, Jack, He just hates Seattle Grace and wants to teach them that they're actually lucky to be ranked as high as #12.

Bailey and Mere are in surgery working on Shelly. They easily identify the tumor and in a sing-song voice Bailey points out that the liver is healthy. She sings about the beauty of general surgery, where they cut out the badness and make everything right, where you and the scalpel are one on one. After a bemused glance from Mere, Bailey drops the singing and informs her, "Okay, this is me teaching with enthusiasm." But her enthusiasm is quickly doused as she sees something that looks really bad in Shelly's insides.

George is clutching a handful of pencils as if his very life depends on it. When the Chief calls his name he shrieks, "What!" and then tries to calm himself. Richard looks a little bit scared and has the grace to act a bit embarrassed as he asks, if George is done with his test, if he can help with everything that is going on. (Help solve things before the patients find out -- other than the guy who nearly blew up in the CT, I suppose.) George trembles and says nothing until his proctor comes up and excitedly tells him he's found a room in which George can take his test. George manically turns back to the Chief, who realizes what's up and tells him to go ahead. But after a beat, George seems to be pulled back to his duty, and says that he's the Chief's Intern for at least one more day and can help. He and Lexie are like the most perfect, pathetic would-be couple of all time! I hope someone gives them his-and-hers doormats as a wedding gift.