It's time for Fall Guy's surgery. George has scrubbed in, and he asks how it went with Daisy. George lies that Daisy wasn't there; she's on vacation. Stu says he bets she went up to New Hampshire to be with her parents, because that's where she's from. He looks happy as he says this, as if he's actually taken George's constant carpe diem-ing to heart. George says he's sorry, and Stu tells him it's all good. It is twice as sad, then, when he crashes immediately after anesthesia. Commotion! CPR! Commercials!

Bailey tells George that there will be an autopsy on his new friend, but there was nothing they could do. "Sometimes people get on the table, and they just die." Is Chandra Wilson from the South? I think she must be southern, because her delivery is so much like my mother's -- part concerned, part offhanded, and all awesome. "Sometahms pay-pul jes' get up on the tay-bul and they jes' daaah, bless their little haw-erts." George is all, "But he fell five stories! And lived! It doesn't make any sense!" Bailey tells him they're just all part of the cosmic joke. "Now leave me alone." Bailey goes over to look at the board, and is interrupted by Meredith. She says Mr. Sorrento doesn't want her to tell his wife about her cancer. Bailey gives it to her: "You haven't TOLD her yet? Okay, I didn't hear you say that. You are her doctor. It is your responsibility to give your patients the information necessary to make an informed decision. Now. I'm hungry, I'm tired, and you're in my way." Ha! Hello Kitty cannot save you from the wrath of Bailey, Miss Meredith.

Cristina and Burke frantically scrub in for surgery. They are, like, orgasmic, y'all. Burke asks Cristina if she saw the echo. Cristina says that dissection wasn't subtle. Burke: "Did you see that wingspan? And the pectus carinatum?" Cristina: "What about his palate?!?" They go into surgery, hot as they've ever been.

Bailey is sitting up asleep in a break room. Webber busts in and asks her if she's being wooed. She jerks awake, all, "'Scuse me?" Webber says he knows she's being wooed away by some other fabulous hospital, but it's not going to bother him, oh no. "It's fine. Fine! Go be a hotshot somewhere else." Bailey says that's not it. Webber is not hearing it. "How could you do this to me? I'm hurt, really hurt." He tells her she's gifted, and she's ungrateful, and that's all he's saying. Bailey finally confesses what we've all known since this silliness started: "I'm pregnant, you blind moron." Webber's like, "You...what?" Bailey runs down the list of all the awful things that happen to one's body during pregnancy: elevated heart rate, indigestion, gas, swelling. She says she's carrying a boy, which means you burn 10\% more calories than if you were carrying a girl. "GUESS WHAT I'M CARRYING? I try for seven DAMN years, and a month before my fellowship notifications, the stick turns blue. Men. From the very beginning they just suck the life right out of you. I'm not leaving. I'm pregnant." Webber is totally shamefaced. "Ummm...congratulations?" Aw.