The next morning, a hurried Cristina runs around Burke's house trying to get out the door. Burke, sitting placidly at his kitchen table reading the paper, tells her he made breakfast. Cristina just stares at him as if he's speaking a foreign language. "I don't have time for breakfast! I've got to round before anyone else if I want to get the good cases!" Burke offers his freaky girlfriend coffee instead, which she takes and pours into a go-cup. She runs out the door before Burke can even say goodbye. Ungrateful!

Mere and George are walking through the hospital making plans for the evening when they come upon McDreamy and Addison, arguing about moving out of McDreamy's trailer and into a regular-people house. Mere shushes George and follows them so she can totally eavesdrop. Addison says she didn't give up a Central Park brownstone to come live in the woods. Oh, poor Addie with her dreamy husband and million-dollar job and total inability to build an enormous house in the beautiful forest. Mere finally stops following them and turns to George: "Oh, I'm sorry. What were you saying?" George says it's nothing, and stomps into the locker room. Cristina, who is dumb, is eating some kind of snack in a bag and complaining about the lack of breakfast items in the hospital. She says sometimes she thinks we'd be better off as dogs. Mere tells her she's preaching to the choir; she's over men. George gets all offended: "A dog is not a replacement for a human being!" Oh, George, that didn't even make any sense. Alex tells the gang they better wake Izzie, who's been passed out on the floor, this whole time, because Bailey will kill her if she catches her sleeping. Cristina calls Izzie's name, then when that doesn't work, kicks her in the shoulder. Lord, Cristina! Izzie wakes up all mad. Cristina: "Hell hath no fury like a woman whose non-boyfriend screws a nurse." Hee. Izzie calls Cristina a bitch, and Cristina says she likes Izzie bitter and pissed-off, because she's almost like a normal person now.

Bailey leads rounds; they go into their first patient's room and Bailey asks George what they've got. George introduces the patient, a rugged-looking middle-aged man who has had reconstructive surgery for multiple melanomas on his nose, ear, and finger, only now blood is pooling in those sites and they're all purple and swollen and icky-looking. Bailey asks George what they need to do to get "Carl"'s blood moving again, and George suggests a "bio-therapeutic agent," which, as Carl soon learns, means they're going to put leeches on his face. Yum! Carl is completely cool with this, all, "Leeches. Huh. You don't say." Aw, I love Carl already. Bailey explains that the leeches secrete blood thinners and act sort of like a big drain for all the pooled blood, but if this makes him uncomfortable... Carl says no way, he's been a hiker for forty years, and Mother Nature hasn't come up with anything yet he hasn't found a reason to love. Bailey laughs adorably, and comments, "Big outdoorsman?" Carl: "How you think I got all these melanomas in the first place?" Oh, Carl! It's called sunblock. Learn it, live it, love it.