Elsewhere in GrossLand General Hospital, Bailey and Meredith are working on Claire's abdomen in an OR. Bailey wonders aloud why Claire would do something like this, and Meredith says that she wanted to please her mother. "She wanted her approval." As Meredith resects the bowel, Bailey reminds her that she still has work to do on her rounds after this because Cristina's sick and she needs to pick up the slack. "Look, I'll mop the floors, okay?" says Mere. She realizes her tone and apologizes for being inappropriate. "That's not the only thing that's inappropriate," snits Bailey. True. Your tossing unnecessary extra work at your intern because she's fucking your boss is also inappropriate.
"While we're on the subject, you mind telling me what you think you're doing?" asks Bailey. "Look, I'll jump through hoops, if that's what you want me to do," snaps Mere. "But what I do when I leave this hospital is my business." Bailey says that half the hospital knows her business. Mere just says that she made a choice and that she knows Bailey doesn't respect the choice, but she'll live with the consequences. "Then I'll have lots of hoops for you to jump through!" says Bailey. Mere says she's done everything Bailey's asked her to do, so whatever else she's got, bring it on. And that's when Claire's bowel decides to spit in her face. Literally. The peanut gallery recoils with a unanimous "Ewwww!" "Now my day is perfect," says Mere, her face covered in...I have no idea. It looks white and vaguely chunky. Cottage cheese, maybe? Claire's bowel has a penchant for dairy products, it would seem.
Jaime's on her way into surgery. George musters up a thank-you speech for McDreamy before heading in to the OR. A nurse brings Derek a triple espresso which, really? Shouldn't he be concerned about keeping his hands, I don't know, STEADY? Hell, I get the shakes after a damn venti iced Americano; a triple espresso would put me in a straight jacket. Doctor Drunko enters the OR and passes George, saying something about how we'd be nowhere without coffee, and George visibly recoils from the liquor smell wafting off of him. Shepherd walks in and says to little Jaime, "Hey, princess! You ready to take a nap?" Doctor Drunko puts the mask up to her face, telling her to blow bubbles into it. Jaime's a good sport and not at all afraid of the doctors or the OR.
George isn't letting the drunk thing go, though, and he asks Derek if he smells anything. Derek's like, dude? Wearing a mask, here. He turns away and George turns to Doctor Drunko and says, "I'm sorry...Dr. Taylor? But did you just...have you been drinking?" "I beg your pardon?" says Drunko. Derek turns around. "Do you smell...I...I smell alcohol," continues George. "Where the hell do you get off accusing me of something like that?" says Drunko. "George? You're out of line," says Derek. "There are rules," says George. "You know, there are rules for a reason." He's totally not just talking about Doctor Drunko now. "There is a two-year-old girl on this table," he says. "You shouldn't take advantage of someone else's vulnerability." Yeah. Totally not about Jaime. But still. He has a point. And as much as I hate George's season one spinelessness, I do love him for almost always trying to do the right thing, regardless of the consequences. Doctor Drunko's not so pleased with him, though, and he demands that Shepherd remove George from the OR. Derek shoots Drunko a look and we think for a minute that he's going to kick this guy to the curb, but no. "You're out, George," he says. George angrily leaves. Derek walks over to Drunko and tells him that he'd damn well better be ready. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't," he responds. "Drunk, that is! Beers for everyone! Can I get a lime in mine?"