While he's taking Annie's blood, George blabbles at her about how great Burke is and how awesome Bailey is. "That's okay, kitten," snaps Annie. "You can just do your job. You don't have to talk to the fat, nasty tumor lady. I mean, I let it get this bad, how much sympathy do I deserve?" And here's where George's bedside manor skills come into play. "Why did you let it get this bad?" he asks. Annie's surprised. He's the first person since she got to the hospital to ask her that. "Well, I guess it's just like the elephant in the room," he says. Nice, George. Here's a tip: when you have an overweight woman on your gurney, try not mentioning elephants, okay? Annie's cool with it though. "Elephant?" she asks. "More like a giant sow, don't ya think?" Aw, Annie. Brave little tumor lady.
She tells him that every time someone she loved went to the hospital, they died. All four of her grandparents, her dad, her best friend's mom, her baby sister. "They all went in, never came out." So she put it off. George nods at her with understanding and then says that he puts stuff off too. She asks what he puts off and he of course talks about his thing for Meredith and how he can't tell her and blah blah blah ASK HER OUT ALREADY GEORGE. "Seriously?" says Annie. "You're equating your pathetic love life with my record-breaking tumor? Seriously." Hee. George looks chagrined. As well he should be.
During a lunch of a big fat plate of nothing and a glass of air, Meredith tells Cristina that Derek blatantly favors her in front of Bailey and then just as blatantly dismisses her. Cristina says that Mere has a brain and she got into the program, so let's assume, just for shits and giggles, that Mere's not being favored, she's actually good. Mere thinks Derek's making her look bad and that she should end it. Cristina thinks she should put her money where her mouth is or shut the fuck up. Alex walks up and asks if Cristina's scrubbing in on the tumor. Well, considering you were STANDING there when Burke SAID she was scrubbing in, I'd say that, yes, Alex, SHE'S SCRUBBING IN. Stupid-ass.
Cristina tells him he can't sit next to her, and Alex says that he thinks Burke is trying to get into her scrubs. "Trying"? He gripes about getting kicked off the surgery and Cristina asks the table if she would get into trouble if she stuck a fork into Alex's thigh? "Not if you make it look like an accident," says Mere ruefully. George shows up and sits next to Meredith. "Thank god, man," says Alex. "I'm drowning in estrogen here." Oh, please, Alex. The chances are greater that you're drowning in testosterone because these girls have bigger balls than any of the men at this damn hospital. Now if Burke and McDreamy were sitting here and George walked up, THEN you'd be swimming in a pool full of estrogen.