Meanwhile, Bailey's pilfering the hospital stock, looking for steroids for Addison's muff. Webber walks up and says that he sees her. Bailey says he doesn't. Webber says that she's working. Bailey says she isn't. Then she just walks off in a hurry before Webber starts asking why she's carrying calamine lotion and a packet of needles. Back with Mark and Ann, Cristina's checking Mark's vitals and asking if they've decided about his surgery yet. He says they're still talking about it and they're thinking they might wait until after the wedding. Cristina gets that look that she gets. You know the one. The "oh so you're going to be STUPID then" look. She tells Mark that with his condition, he's going to be okay until he's…not. She says that if he opts against the surgery, he may live until his wedding or he may not. He'll never know. "You'll just be okay until you die," she says. Mark's like, wow. Great bedside manner there, YANG. "Are you trying to comfort me?" "No," snaps Cristina. "I'm trying to convince you to let Dr. Burke operate." She finishes up by saying that Dr. Burke is the very best and that he's their very best chance at survival.
Room of Magical Heart Patients and the Doctors Who Love Them. Burke and Izzie are outside Denny's room, looking over charts. Izzie keeps looking at Denny, prompting Burke to ask her if she's all right. She just says that it isn't fair that Denny's not well. That they treat jerks all the time and the jerks get better; why does a nice guy like Denny have to be sick? In all fairness, Izzie, you barely KNOW the man. I mean, just because he has a nice smile and flirts with you from behind his bad heart doesn't mean he's a goddamn saint. The guy could kick babies over goalposts in his spare time, for all you know. But whatever, Izzie thinks that Denny doesn't deserve his bad heart and Burke surmises that she really likes him.
Coochie Calamity Corner. Bailey's now applying an ice pack to Addison's nooch. She asks how this whole stupid story happened. Well, the writers wanted to make Addison more sympathetic and humorous, so they sat her in a patch of poison oak and gave her an itchy cooter, if you must know. "I slept with Mark!" shouts Addison. "Ewww," says Bailey. "And he had poison oak?" "NOOOO!" Addison shouts again. "I slept with him a year ago and this is what I get." Bailey's not buying it, so Addison explains that she went out to walk the dog and she had to pee, so she squatted, because she didn't want to go inside the trailer again to face her non-communicative and glaring husband and now she WAAAAAAH. Yes, Addison starts blubbering, much to Bailey's (and my) discomfort. Bailey pleads with Addison to stop crying because if she doesn't -- oops. Too late. Bailey's lactating. Just then, there's a knock at the door and Bailey goes to answer it. It's the Chief. Bailey's all, uh, yeah? Help you with something? The Chief hears Addison crying in the background and is all, uh, I don't know what you're doing in there, but whatever it is…Bailey steps back and shows him the large milk stains on the front of her blouse. The Chief is like, OH! OH HO! Okay, then. Uh. Moving on. Elsewhere. In the hospital. Later! Bailey rolls her eyes and shuts the door.