At lunch, George is talking to Cristina about Izzie's birthday, clearly to help give ideas to Alex. Alex actually has it under control, though, on account of the boyfriend lessons. When Izzie gets there Alex cracks a horrifically bad joke about sharing his girl but not his expensive sandwich and Izzie looks uncomfortable -- I can't tell if it's on account of Alex joking about her ridiculous situation or if it's because the joke was just that bad. Mere comes up and George leaves, so she takes his seat. They talk about Eric some and Izzie wonders what he did. Cristina throws out that maybe he caught his wife with someone and killed them, but Izzie matter-of-factly informs her that's a crime of passion, and they forgive crimes of passion. Saintly Meredith counters that all crimes are crimes of passion, you don't kill someone because you forget for a moment that it's illegal, and as I choke on my water Cristina leaves. Sadie then takes that musical chair and Izzie asks slyly, "When you kill her, is it going to be a crime of passion?" Wow, for a split second, there was the old Izzie who I actually enjoyed watching! Sadie asks if they are still fighting and when the answer is yes, asks if Mere wants to know what she thinks. Mere sing-songs that she doesn't in such a condescending way that I'm really surprised everyone doesn't just yell in unison for her to give it a rest with the various holier-than-thou crap this hour.
Cristina finds Hunt and tries to complain about her day, but he cuts her off to say he's working and leaves. Oh, the strikes are just piling up against him today.
The ladies are back in with Eric, who says that he is feeling better due to whatever Mere gave him. Cristina glares and makes a beeline for the chart like a kid realizing she just caught her older sister in a juicy lie and can now get her totally busted with mom. Meredith asks if he has family they can call but Cristina cuts off to say they can't call his family, but Mere wants to know what he did. Mere protests, but Eric thinks it's a fair question. In a light voice that might be describing the clouds in the sky, he tells them, "One Monday, I slit this woman's throat." He then liked the feeling so much, he did two more each on Tuesday and Wednesday before getting caught and thereby ruining his killing three on Thursday. For the alliteration, you know. He then asks them if he can have some jello, but is met with silence as they both stare. It's the first time each has stopped glaring at the other all hour.