Izzie visits Denny and his new-and-improved Magical Heart. She tells him he looks amaaaazing. Guess she had time to thumb through Tom Cruise's new book -- Amazing, Extraordinary, and Incredible: Three Easy Steps to a Crazier You! -- while she wasn't doing surgeries. Denny smiles and says he has warm hands, which he never had because of his poor circulation. He holds one out for her to feel, and implores her to check out his super-cool regular heartbeat. Izzie gets all awkward and says she has to go; if Bailey catches her, she'll be in big trouble. "And the Chief has us doing this prom thing. You...look...woo hoo, Denny!" she says, edging towards the door. Oh my God. Denny's like, "What, you like your men sick and feeble? You don't dig healthy guys?" Izzie giggles and twirls her hair and says yes, she digs him. Denny: "Then why are you all swirly and twitchy?" Izzie denies that she is either of these things. Denny realizes it's because he asked her to marry him. Izzie's demeanor quickly changes from swirly/twitchy to serious/hopeful. "So you remember that." Denny says it's not the kind of thing he'd forget. Izzie tells him she's giving him an out, only she says a whole lot of other words too, so many that he has to stop her and tell her that it's his turn to talk; she'll have to wait until he's done for hers. So, he meant what he said about getting married, and to prove it, he gives this fine speech: "For five years, I've had to live by the choices of my doctors. The guys that cut me open decided my life. And now I have this heart that beats, and works. I get to make my own decisions...do whatever the damn hell I choose. Here's the good part, so you listen close. What I choose...is you. I choose you, Izzie Stevens." Sniff! Izzie, who should be swirling and twitching again, can't handle it and runs out of the room, her new extensions flying. Denny sighs and checks out his fancy new heartbeat one more time. Commercials.
We return to Webber now grilling Bailey about the Gang. She tells him that she can tell him what she thinks happened, but only the interns know the truth. Webber feels that if he gets them each alone, he'll have better luck coaxing the truth out of at least one of them. Bailey's like, "Knock yourself out, man, and good luck with that." As she's walking away, Webber asks her if she has a dress for the prom. Ha! He says if he has to go, everyone has to go. He then yells to the whole hospital, "Everybody goes to the prom! EVERYBODY!"
George is still dutifully taking notes from the Promlets while Alex bangs his head on the table and groans in frustration. He gets so loud that George has to ask him if he's having a seizure. Alex: "Will that get me out of here? Fine, let's go with seizure. For the love of God you people need to get a life!" George intones, "Chief's niece. Chief's niece..." Promlet Two says it's okay; the hot ones are always mean, it's like a rule or something. Alex tries and fails to suppress a (hot) grin. Promlet One tells Alex not to judge them -- they're just trying to make their dying friend happy. "Color does matter," Promlet One says as seriously as a heart attack, "maybe not to you, but it DOES matter." God, I love how everything is so important to teenage girls.
Fool and the Gang visit Bailey with their big prom problem, but don't quite know how to address it. She tells them to spit it out, so Alex says the problem is with the colors, and the balloons. "Under the Sea! No, it's Titanic! Hey, let's go with Tears in Heaven; no, too morbid!" George says they're very, very hopeful that Bailey speaks Teenage Girl. Bailey does not let them down, as if there were any doubt, and her rapid-fire response is too excellent not to transcribe verbatim: "Silver and white. It's mystical and magical without being over the top. Ever see Fashion Week in New York? Lots of silver and white runways and backdrops, that's because no matter what color the clothes are, they pop." "They pop?" echoes Promlet One. "They POP," quoth Bailey. I am so in love I would switch sides right now. She tells George and Alex to get five hundred balloons in silver and white, and a hundred in black -- shiny black, not matte -- and then orders Cristina to stick with Camille to keep her spirits up. The rest of them are to attend to other minor details, and when she's finished, they all stare at her like she's grown a second head. Bailey tells them oh, no, they don't get to look at her like that -- they compromised her medical license, nearly killed a patient, lied to the Chief, and made her look bad. "We're doing this prom and we're doing it right. MOVE!"
Callie, George, and Izzie get busy hanging streamers and filling balloons with helium. Callie pulls George off to the side and starts, "You never called. You said you would." George reminds her that a lot of stuff went down last night, seekrit intern stuff that he can't talk about. Callie's like, "You can tell me, George." Alas, he cannot, and tells her that it's like Vegas in that room: what happened there, stays there. Callie angrily says she gets it. George, who does not get it, grins and asks her to go to prom with him. "NO, George! No, I don't want to go to prom with you." Well, considering George's current hairstyle, which has been gelled into a look normally found on six-year-old boys, I can't say I blame her. Izzie asks George what that was all about, and George wearily tells her of Callie's statement of love. Izzie continues curling streamers and acts like she cares.
Cutie McVet shows up at the hospital and tells Mere he's been calling her cell all night. Mere says it's a long story, then asks him to go to the prom. McVet is stoked. "I don't wanna brag or anything, but I was crowned King." Aw, that's...really sweet, but kind of weird? Mere says it's very cute, and he kisses her on the cheek while she giggles about her Prom King. Unfortunately, McVet is there with bad news -- Doc had some seizures, because the cancer has spread to his brain. Guess Callie was right about osteosarcoma patients and the dying and whatnot.
Addie finds McDreamy at the board and asks after Burke. He's recovering nicely, McDreamy says, then looks meaningfully at her. "Addison." Addie doesn't want to talk about it -- they've come so far, and they're trying, right? McDreamy agrees, and then says her name again, more seriously this time. Addie starts to look scared, but then he asks teasingly, "Will you go to the prom with me?" The poor girl looks truly happy for the first time in three hours.
Burke's Room. The patient holds out his hand and stares at it. He slowly makes a fist, and there's an obvious tremor. Cristina walks by and witnesses this, but can't bring herself to go inside. Burke looks out at her...and she walks away. Cristina. Middle-name. Yang. Don't make me turn this car around! Commercials.
Alex is first up in Chief Webber's Office of Surprise, Fear, and Ruthless Efficiency. The only thing missing is an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope. Alex starts off by saying he went to college on a wrestling scholarship, but also played other sports, so they'll go with football. Webber asks what the hell football has to do with anything. Alex: "Let's say you were drafted to a team that wasn't your first pick. You don't like the players, you hate the way they play the game...and the quarterback's a pain in the ass you don't owe a damn thing to. But, it's your team. You don't quit. You just go out there every Sunday, and you make the blocks, and you take the hits, and you play to win. You show up, and you suit up, and you play. 'Cause it's your freakin' team." Yay! I would just like to state for the record that, although he can be an enormous asshole, I have always loved Alex -- and this is the reason why. It's the same reason I'm inevitably drawn to the biggest thugs in NBA basketball (hi, Sprewell and Iverson!). They're freaking idiots off the court, but then they slash into the lane and hit the pull-up jumper at the last second, and you rememb