Callie:Maybe you can look at it like this.you have one up on everyone.Youre gonna be like the rock star intern. George:Yeah.I'm sure that's how evervone's gonna see me when they find out.Or maybe thevll see you as the daddy intern. George:What?What.what did you just say? Callie:Oh.I'm notI'm not pregnant.I just.Imean,I might be pregnant.Yeah,my boobs are a little sore,which.Hey,I'm trying to cheer you up here,George.This is.I mean,if I am knocked up.that's a good thing.right? George:Callie.I'm just alit distracted.I'm having abad day. Callie:Okay,you're having a bad month. George:Okay,I'm having a bad month. Callie:Love you. (Michael and Chris enter the ER) Michael:Help!We need doctors.Help! Chris:Inside voice.Uh,we found an arm in the road Meredith:Here,I bagged that.that's my arm. Michael:Dad,dad,tell them she's hurt!Dad,comeon Tell the doctor!Tell'em she's hurt Male Intern:Uh,any way we can go with the severed arm? Michael:She's in the truck,and she's hurt. Izzie:Is that your blood?Are you hurt? Michael:She's in our truck,and she's not moving.She's bleeding really bad. Izzie:There's another crash victim.Were gonna need gloves,IVs,gauze,ab pads,trauma gowns Still want to baby-sit the arm? Michael:Come on Callie: Maybe you can look at it like this.you have one up on everyone. You're gonna be, like, the rock star intern. George: Yeah, I'm sure that's how everyone's gonna see me when they find out. Or maybe they'll see you as the daddy intern. George: What? What.what did you just say? Callie: Oh.I'm not.I'm not pregnant. I just.I mean, I might be pregnant. Yeah, my boobs are a little sore, which.Hey, I'm trying to cheer you up here, George. This is.I mean, if I am knocked up, that's a good thing, right? George: Callie, I'm just a little distracted. I'm having a bad day. Callie: Okay, you're having a bad month. George: Okay, I'm having a bad month. Callie: Love you. (Michael and Chris enter the ER) Michael: Help! We need doctors. Help! Chris: Inside voice. Uh, we found an arm in the road. Meredith: Here, I bagged that.that's my arm. Michael: Dad, dad, tell them she's hurt! Dad, come on. Tell the doctor! Tell 'em she's hurt. Male Intern: Uh, any way we can go with the severed arm? Michael: She's in the truck, and she's hurt. Izzie: Is that your blood? Are you hurt? Michael: She's in our truck, and she's not moving. She's bleeding really bad. Izzie: There's another crash victim. We're gonna need gloves, IVs, gauze, ab pads, trauma gowns. Still want to baby-sit the arm? Michael: Come on