Sophie tells George she's missing her program, and certainly doesn't see a remote in that hot little hand of his. George tells Sophie he noticed her urine output has increased slightly since yesterday, and he's going to have to take her to gynecology to make sure she doesn't have a prolapsed uterus. George is so cute when he's trying to be sly. Sophie says her uterus hasn't seen any action in years. George says he knows, but it might be an issue now..."you know, one that could keep you here, in the hospital, for tests." Sophie grins and grabs the bar on her bed. "You drive. I'll ride shotgun." Izzie arrives just then and tells George he's not moving out. She helps him wheel Sophie out of the room as George tells her he sure is. "I gave an ultimatum. I threw down the gauntlet. I drew my line in the sand!" Izzie says he'll just have to un-give, un-throw, and un-draw. George reminds her that Meredith had a choice, and she chose the dog. If I recall correctly, she didn't actually choose anything, just sat there with her face screwed up in confusion. Sophie can't believe a girl chose a dog over George. George agrees.

Alex stares at his unopened envelope. In front of him is a tray holding a giant pile of hot dogs. Eating contest! George and Cristina sit down with their similarly loaded trays. Izzie is supposed to be refereeing, but she first wants to know what she's supposed to put on the flyer advertising their bad, bad dog. Cristina suggests, "Destructive, aggressive hell-dog available!" Heh. Mere sits down and tells George hey. George glares at her, then spits, "Don't talk to me! You'll only make me mad." He's afraid she'll mess up his game, and he's in the zone. Izzie gets her stopwatch ready, then yells, "Go!" And it's on. The three competitors down their hot dogs as fast as they can. It is by turns hilarious and disgusting. George takes the "stuff the most food in my mouth possible at one time" approach. Alex takes lots of tiny, rapid bites. Cristina eschews both methods and concentrates on eating the wienies first, sometimes two at a time. In a nod to Takeru Kobayashi, the actual hot-dog eating champion, Cristina wets her buns before eating them. That came out much dirtier than I intended. Fine, it totally didn't. While this is going on, Mere and Izzie discuss the dog and try not to retch. They're arguing about the flyer when Cristina raises her hands in victory. "It's a record!" George, his mouth still full of hot dog, tries to protest, but it's clear: Cristina's the champ. She stands up and starts talking a bunch of trash, then stops suddenly, a look of revulsion on her face. Izzie cries, "Crap, she's gonna blow!" and everyone runs away from the table in terror. Cristina tries to hold it in as we go to commercial. Best. Scene. Ever.