Later, at home, Meredith is telling Izzie about her conversation with Finn. Apparently it's grooming day at the household, since Izzie's whitening her teeth while Meredith plucks her eyebrows and treats her hair to give it that limp, distressed look we've come to know and love. Izzie asks whether the sex has been good and is shocked to learn that even after four dates and two sleepovers, Meredith and Finn haven't even kissed. Resurrecting her trailer-park drawl, Izzie says she feels like a proud mama, what with her little Meredith grown up all frigid and sexless.

Not only are those things sharp, they're WHITER THAN NICOLE KIDMAN

But this down-home reverie is interrupted by the entrance of our busty Dr. Torres, who spent the night at the house with George. She walks into bathroom wearing only fiery red underwear, with her double-D pechos flying all over the place. And as we've seen before, those things can be quite dangerous when unleashed. Callie exchanges an awkward hello with the girls—Meredith and Izzie, not her OWN girls—then pees right in front of them and leaves without washing her hands. Meredith and Izzie start laughing as soon as she exits, incredulous that this just happened.

Gasp! Call the FCC, they showed a woman peeing on television

At the hospital, Izzie mocks Callie in front of George, complaining that she crosses the line. As Alex points out, Izzie knows all about crossing the line since she's dating a patient. OH SNAPSKY! Cristina, though, is quite jovial this morning, asking everybody what's up with all the evil misery: she's still giddy from an esophageal hernia surgery overnight, then getting laid in the on-call room, and now facing the prospect of four bloody car crash victims on the way to the hospital! What could be better? But He-Shepherd sours the mood, snapping rudely at Meredith when she asks how the dog is feeling. She asks whether he's mad at her, but he says now's not the time.

Then Cristina's eagerly awaited car crash victims show up. These people turn out to be the hick family from hell—a young man, his drawling nightmare of a pregnant wife, and two shrill redneck parents straight from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Izzie should feel right at home. There's all manner of yelling back and forth as Big Daddy and Big Mama and Mae and Gooper all try to figure out who's hurt and who's okay. As Bailey notes, it's a hillbilly picnic. Yee-fucking-ha.