George and his paramour show up, dampening the mood considerably, as the interns barely tolerate Callie. Meredith notes that anger tends to get lost amid the seven deadly sins, maybe because we don't think it's that important. Actually, Meredith, in this context it's technically called WRATH, so you may want to hire a new SIN CONSULTANT.

Hell, if I had to go out with Ellen Pompeo, I'd drink too

The next morning, Meredith and the Shepherds go to the vet, and there's all sorts of tension in the air. Finn says the dog has bone cancer in its leg, and they can try chemo but may have to amputate. He-Shepherd snaps that they shouldn't even bother and should just put the dog down, which makes the few remaining movable portions of Meredith's face quite upset. Back at the hospital, poor She-Shepherd is baffled by the bad blood between Meredith and her husband, who claim that nothing is wrong. They have a tremendously awkward elevator ride and then go their separate ways.

"So, uh... how 'bout them Seahawks?"

Burke likewise is still pissed at Cristina. She approaches him gingerly and says she heard he might be getting a transplant heart from Mercy West Hospital. She asks if she can come along, since she's done so with Bailey once before. Burke says he won't be needing her help this time. Damn, memo to anyone who might have sex with Isaiah Washington: DON'T FALL ASLEEP HALFWAY THROUGH.

Then a shitload of patients arrive—victims of an employee at a local restaurant who went postal and shot up the place. Probably a Carl's Jr., but who knows—I hear morale is QUITE LOW at Cracker Barrel these days. What's more, the gunman got away and is still on the loose. Among the patients are a young engaged couple: the girl is pissed because the second the shots rang out, her fiancé hid behind her as if she were a human shield. Despite the boyfriend's entreaties, his girlfriend—the lovechild of Halle Berry and Natalie Portman, incidentally—remains angry.

A busboy from the restaurant has a bullet stuck in his lower leg and is in a lot of pain; there's also a young woman with a bullet wound to the head. Izzie is stuck treating the restaurant manager, a total dick who keeps saying how he used his macho, "cat-quick" reflexes to avoid getting shot. Izzie reminds him angrily that the other patients have, you know, GUNSHOT WOUNDS, so shut up. She guesses, correctly, that this manager was the intended target of the guy who shot up the restaurant.

It puts the lotion in the basket or it gets the hose again

Alex and Cristina continue to drool over the prospect of accompanying Burke to Mercy West to pick up the heart. Alex follows Burke out to the helipad and begs him to go, since he's eager to avoid She-Shepherd's OB-GYN cases and has been dying for an opportunity to kill a patient at another hospital anyway. Burke shoots a look at Cristina and pulls Alex onto the helicopter, and they take off. Cristina is FURIOUS. As Burke and Alex fly off, Burke reveals that the transplant candidate is none other than Denny Duquette. Oh great, I was REALLY HOPING he'd be in this episode. THANK GOD.

Back inside, Izzie asks Bailey if she can prep Denny for the transplant. Bailey says hell no, she can tell from Izzie's face that she's way too emotionally attached to be involved. Izzie insists that she knows the specifics of Denny's condition better than anyone else, and that she'll be 100% professional except for maybe a quick handjob between CPR cycles. Unfortunately, Bailey gives in to this horseshit. Meanwhile, He-Shepherd can tell from the MRI that the girl who was shot in the head is in very bad shape. George reports that the girl is also pregnant and that her parents are already on their way. In addition, the girl is a National Merit Scholar, a humane society volunteer, and the next incarnation of the Dalai Lama. Since there wasn't enough pathos already.

The shot-up busboy asks Meredith about the girl who was shot in the head, since they "weren't friends, exactly" but the girl was "really nice"—read: he was porking her in the stockroom twice a day. The manager keeps talking loudly and obnoxiously, pissing everybody off, but the busboy can't say anything because he worries he'll get fired. At this point Dr. Torres comes up and yells at Meredith for socializing with a patient—a surgeon associating with the working classes? God forbid!

Posted by m_ruv on May 15, 2006 5:04 PM