Cristina finds Mere outside and asks if she's okay, and Mere merely responds by talking about this "gift." Cristina tells her that Ellis wants to meet McDreamy but nips Mere's freakout in the bud when she explains it's McDreamy the doctor, not McDreamy her boyfriend. She adds, "I'm kind of in love with her, by the way." Mere grumbles, "She has that effect on people who aren't her daughter." Izzie comes out with her hijacked patient in tow and stops to find out how Meredith is doing. She assures Mere that her mom won't be disappointed now that she's a doctor and both she and Cristina pressure her to go have an actual talk with her mom. Izzie's patient timidly speaks up to go get some actual medical care, but she only leaves the gabfest when he threatens to go back to the ER. Cristina is delighted (and maybe even a little bit proud?) that Izzie is stealing patients, and Izzie admits that she doesn't want her inheritance to have gone to just funding an empty room. Don't feel bad, Izzie, there's cool colored sheets in there that are much snazzier than regular hospital-issue white. Feel proud that it looks good! She doesn't want to go crazy since, "George called dibs on all the crazy this week. Do you think she's pregnant?" And on that incredibly inappropriate and rude note, she wheels off with her stolen patient. Meredith asks what that was all about, and Cristina realizes she was gone and announces, "Bambi got married!" I guess if he's Bambi that makes Izzie Thumper -- annoying but still his best friend. It works.
Meredith finds George in Marina's room and calls him out with a big smile on her face. She asks him if it was, "Good impulsive or Meredith impulsive," letting him know if it was the latter, then she might be able to help him get out of it. He assures her it was a good thing, hugs her, and she offers him some sincere congratulations. I'm fully on board with the crazy marriage -- I like Callie and George together. I'm glad he finally made a commitment, and he seems happy, and MAN ALIVE was this show in need of some happy George again. Just then, Ellis appears at the door of her own room and asks Meredith if she was ever going to come visit. What kind of karma is that, to be a good friend and then get sucked into your demon mother's orbit? Alas, poor Meredith.
Alex wheels a patient by the reception desk where Addison is sitting. She looks over her glasses at him like a hot librarian and chews her finger while making sexy eyes... until the figurative record scratch when Callie catches her. Despite her horrible efforts to act nonchalant, Callie comes up and asks, "You know those cartoons where there's a bear, or whatever, and it's starving, and it looks at a table, and the table turns into this delicious cooked turkey with lines of deliciousness coming off it?" I cannot do the delivery and the little finger-waving illustration of "lines of deliciousness" justice, I can only pay homage by working the term into my everyday vocabulary. Addison denies it, adding, "Because he is the help, and I am not going to be sleeping with the help." Callie can one-up that, pshaw: "I married the help." Addison is shocked, and she explains, "We went to Vegas. My idea. I embrace the trashy." I love it. I Embrace the Trashy: That's the new title of my autobiography, replacing Lines of Deliciousness, My Life as a Single Lady. Addison asks her why she did it so fast but then hugs her and genuinely congratulates her, asking to see the ring. She has to put her sexy librarian glasses back on to see it, and Callie admits that it's small, but Addison cuts her off firmly, telling her it's beautiful. Callie giggles and agrees. I'm scribbling inside the cover of my book, "Addy + Callie = BFF" because I love these two so much.