George carries his tray into the cafeteria and immediately his name is called by both Lexie and Izzie. While he stands, torn and spineless, Lexie jumps in front of him to tell him that she's only the messenger, and that the interns are going to drop out of the darts tournament if Izzie comes along since no one wants to get drunk and play darts with their boss. Cue a Nelson Muntz, "Ha Ha!" Especially since getting drunk and playing darts with one's boss seems like a rite of passage at this hospital, except when it comes to Izzie. George can't believe he has to uninvite her and glumly goes and sits. Izzie comes up to ask what the conversation was about, more, "Special plans with your special friends?" Sorry he can actually make friends and all you can do is alienate people, Izzie.
Cristina joins their table and announces that she wants to talk, "Because I care and I want to know things and I have fifteen minutes to hear about your feelings. So..." Four faces stare back at her, stunned, so she asks Alex why he looks thoughtful. He only replies by slurping his soda. She turns to Izzie, who informs her that she's worried about Alex because Ava keeps showing up, "Like something from Fatal Attraction. Alex defensively reminds everyone that she's not his girlfriend but Izzie won't let up and asks if they've had sex recently. Alex reminds them that she's married. That's not a "no," Alex. Cristina excitedly asks if it hurts him that she's married. "Does it hurt... your heart?" Man, she really is bad at this. Mere demands to know what's wrong with her and she pouts, "I'm TRYING to talk Girl." Izzie announces, "Well, ya coded! Right?" She laughs uproariously at her own joke while George snickers that in delivering that line, she herself was the one that coded. She's pissed off, once again, and stands up and yells that she cares about patients before storming away. Cristina wants the Sparkle Pager so that she can get on Hahn's surgery and she and Mere fight over it. Callie comes up and interrupts to ask if anyone ever thinks they're a couple. Without batting an eyelash Meredith responds, "No, because we screw boys like whores on tequila." Cristina adds, "Then we either try to marry them or drown ourselves." That sums it all up pretty nicely, I'd say. Cristina pulls Callie down and orders her to make Hahn let her scrub in or she'll make Callie move out. "Desperate times."