"Why is he suturing his own face?" George asked, coming up behind Izzy, Alex and Cristina.
"To turn me on?" Cristina suggested, watching intently through the glass.
"Because he's Mark Sloan," Alex explained. "He's like, the go-to plastic surgeon on the east coast."
"That's the guy Addison was sleeping with?" George asked.
"You can't really blame her, can you?" Izzy tossed out.
"No, not really," Cristina agreed.
"Yes, you can," George argued.
"McSexy needs an x-ray to check for fractures and I think it's a bad idea if I take him," Meredith said, as she came up to the group.
"Why, why?" George looked worried.
"I'm on it," Alex said, already heading for the room.
"Why's it a bad idea?" George tried again.
"McSexy?" Cristina raised an eyebrow.
"No." Meredith shook her head.
"McYummy?" Izzy suggested, smiling brightly.
"No," Cristina and Meredith replied.
Meredith paused. "McSteamy."
"Aw, there it is," Cristina said, turning back to watch Sloan.
"Yep," Izzy agreed.
"Excuse me, I'm just choking back some... McVomit," George said, turning away.