After Ellen Recap
Here are the parts with Callie and Erica. For the complete episode recap, go here.
Elsewhere, Callie and Erica in bed together, laughing giddily, and it's not because it's Pizza Day in the cafeteria. They just had some morning sex and apparently, there's only one way to describe it.
Erica: That was amazing!
Callie: Yay! It was for me, too!
Erica: I mean, that was amazing!
Callie: Me, too!
Morning sex is amazing.
Not as amazing? The nightgowns that Callie and Erica are wearing. They come complete with their own nightmares. Go wipe your mouth, take off that von Trapp window curtain, and put on some decent lingerie.
Why do the gayellas get the fugly wardrobes when Izzie gets to look like Audrey Hepburn? Someone forgot to ask GLAAD what lesbians wear to bed. Or worse - they did.
Erica doesn't notice Callie horrendous sleepwear because A) Callie wasn't wearing it most of the night; and B) she's having a Helen Keller-worthy epiphany.
Yep, I'm gay - Erica sits up, wide-eyed and joyous, and tells Callie it's never been like this before. Not with men. Not in her whole adult life. Not ever. Callie smiles uneasily.
Erica: This is like needing glasses.
Callie: [laughs] I blinded you?
Erica: No. When I was a kid, I would get these headaches. And I went to the doctor and they said that I needed glasses. I didn't understand that. It didn't make sense to me because I could see fine. And then, I get the glasses and I put them on. And I'm in the car on the way home, and suddenly, I yell. Because the big green blobs that I've been staring at my whole life? They weren't big green blobs - they were leaves… on trees. I could see the leaves.
Callie's brittle smile cracks and falls right off her face, just as Erica's voice begins to quiver with emotion.
Erica: And I didn't even know that I was missing the leaves. I didn't even know leaves existed. And then… leaves! You are glasses. I am so gay. I am so, so, so gay. I am extremely gay!
She watches Erica having the breakthrough of a lifetime with a disquietude usually reserved for cavity searches.
"Um, I have to go," Callie says hastily, as she grabs her clothes and bolts for the door. Erica's face contorts in disappointment and hurt. Mine did, too, but that was earlier, when they shared that one chaste kiss after what was supposed to be hot girl-on-girl sex.
While all that is going on, Callie waits for Mark in that little rendezvous room they like so much. She's naked (because this isn't the gay scene and heinous nightgowns aren't required) and under the sheets, waiting for her f-buddy.
Mark comes eagerly rushing in. His pants around his ankles before the door even closes, he asks her if she needs more sex lessons.
Callie: No, no lessons. Just sex. Nothing fancy, just plain old missionary, boy-girl, penis-vagina sex.
Mark: Oh…
Callie: Hey, hey I mean it. No dirty talk, no Erica talk. No talk.
Callie says she's "testing a theory" implying she needs a side-by-side taste test. Callie's been straight her whole life, bumped uglies with Mark multiple times, and had sex with Erica not even four hours ago.
I have a theory: Callie has the memory of a goldfish.
After it's over, she's no more enlightened than before. "Damn it!" she says, frustrated.
Sex with Mark was good. Sex with Erica was amazing. Having great sex all over the place before lunch can be super confusing.
Why so sad? - Bailey brings that cardiothoracic gal, Erica, in to consult on tumor girl's case, but Erica's morning did not end the way it started, so she's not in the best mood.
Bailey: It's bad, but I've got a couple of ideas.
Erica: Good for you. Try them on someone who might actually live.
Bailey: I admit, it doesn't look great, but her family mentioned you by name.
Erica: That's nice but I really don't care.
Bailey: Well, I do.
Erica: [with deadly calm] Don't get emotional, Bailey. No one likes an emotional girl.
Back away slowly. Don't make eye contact. No sudden moves. If need be, play dead.
Goin' back to Callie - While everyone else is up to their elbows in blood and guts - Cristina and her prosciutto, Bailey and Team Tumor, and even Izzie, who gets into a friendly debate over animal cruelty with Owen - Callie is still trying to figure out if she wants hot dogs or doughnuts for lunch.
She and Mark have sex yet again. That's three times in one day for Dr. Torres. I guess she still finds sexuality a mystery. Also a mystery: How she manages to keep her job when she spends most of her day naked.
Mark doesn't understand why Callie's not happy after making it to "the big finish" and instead, just lies there, staring into space.
Callie: Erica cried this morning. In bed. After sex.
Mark: That was a compliment for you. That was a compliment.
Callie: It wasn't a compliment for me. She was having a revelation. She was having… the sex is awesome with Erica. We've reached awesome. Which is…
Mark: Awesome?
Callie: Yes but, it's also awesome with you.
Mark: So what's the problem?
Callie: Guess I thought there should be a difference. Between you and Erica. If I'm… there should be a difference.
Mark: The difference between me and Erica is that I know you had sex with her 12 hours ago. She doesn't know you had sex with me…
Callie may not know which team she plays for yet, but some things are universal: Cheaters never win, and winners never cheat. That, and there's no crying in baseball. Unless of course, you're Erica Hahn.
The before and after - After Bailey pulls a miracle out of her ass and saves tumor girl, there are high-fives all around except for Erica, who was nasty, contrary and negative throughout the procedure. Bailey calls Hahn out on it, labels her a pain in the ass, and gives Anatomy Jane more credit than Dr. Feel Bad.
Hahn, who can intimidate everyone from pediatrics to the morgue, just stands there taking it because she knows she deserves it. That and nobody messes with an angry black lady.
Also living in the after: Callie and Erica. Callie finds Erica writing a letter of apology to Bailey, the Chief, Meredith, the girl's ginormous family and the makers of Anatomy Jane. Callie has some 'splaining of her own to do.
Callie: I slept with Mark Sloan.
Erica: If that's your idea of an apology, you seriously…
Callie: Shut up. You were crying. And seeing leaves. And I wasn't. I may never see leaves. Or maybe I will see leaves, but I will also see flowers.
Callie: There might be a whole forest, but I do know that I want to be with you. And to do that, I have to at least tell the truth. And the truth is, I slept with Mark Sloan today.
Erica: [after a long pause] OK.
Callie: Twice, actually.
Erica: [another pause] OK.
It's a bumpy, windy road on the way to lesbian bliss. Thank goodness for Erica's patience and understanding. Someone has to keep their hand on the wheel. Maybe one day, they can take turns driving.
Callie and Mark decide that even though there will be no more hanky, nor panky, they can still hang out together and talk about chicks. Mark seems happy to have a real friend. It's tough being a himbo.
Elsewhere, Callie and Erica in bed together, laughing giddily, and it's not because it's Pizza Day in the cafeteria. They just had some morning sex and apparently, there's only one way to describe it.
Erica: That was amazing!
Callie: Yay! It was for me, too!
Erica: I mean, that was amazing!
Callie: Me, too!
Morning sex is amazing.
Not as amazing? The nightgowns that Callie and Erica are wearing. They come complete with their own nightmares. Go wipe your mouth, take off that von Trapp window curtain, and put on some decent lingerie.
Why do the gayellas get the fugly wardrobes when Izzie gets to look like Audrey Hepburn? Someone forgot to ask GLAAD what lesbians wear to bed. Or worse - they did.
Erica doesn't notice Callie horrendous sleepwear because A) Callie wasn't wearing it most of the night; and B) she's having a Helen Keller-worthy epiphany.
Yep, I'm gay - Erica sits up, wide-eyed and joyous, and tells Callie it's never been like this before. Not with men. Not in her whole adult life. Not ever. Callie smiles uneasily.
Erica: This is like needing glasses.
Callie: [laughs] I blinded you?
Erica: No. When I was a kid, I would get these headaches. And I went to the doctor and they said that I needed glasses. I didn't understand that. It didn't make sense to me because I could see fine. And then, I get the glasses and I put them on. And I'm in the car on the way home, and suddenly, I yell. Because the big green blobs that I've been staring at my whole life? They weren't big green blobs - they were leaves… on trees. I could see the leaves.
Callie's brittle smile cracks and falls right off her face, just as Erica's voice begins to quiver with emotion.
Erica: And I didn't even know that I was missing the leaves. I didn't even know leaves existed. And then… leaves! You are glasses. I am so gay. I am so, so, so gay. I am extremely gay!
She watches Erica having the breakthrough of a lifetime with a disquietude usually reserved for cavity searches.
"Um, I have to go," Callie says hastily, as she grabs her clothes and bolts for the door. Erica's face contorts in disappointment and hurt. Mine did, too, but that was earlier, when they shared that one chaste kiss after what was supposed to be hot girl-on-girl sex.
While all that is going on, Callie waits for Mark in that little rendezvous room they like so much. She's naked (because this isn't the gay scene and heinous nightgowns aren't required) and under the sheets, waiting for her f-buddy.
Mark comes eagerly rushing in. His pants around his ankles before the door even closes, he asks her if she needs more sex lessons.
Callie: No, no lessons. Just sex. Nothing fancy, just plain old missionary, boy-girl, penis-vagina sex.
Mark: Oh…
Callie: Hey, hey I mean it. No dirty talk, no Erica talk. No talk.
Callie says she's "testing a theory" implying she needs a side-by-side taste test. Callie's been straight her whole life, bumped uglies with Mark multiple times, and had sex with Erica not even four hours ago.
I have a theory: Callie has the memory of a goldfish.
After it's over, she's no more enlightened than before. "Damn it!" she says, frustrated.
Sex with Mark was good. Sex with Erica was amazing. Having great sex all over the place before lunch can be super confusing.
Why so sad? - Bailey brings that cardiothoracic gal, Erica, in to consult on tumor girl's case, but Erica's morning did not end the way it started, so she's not in the best mood.
Bailey: It's bad, but I've got a couple of ideas.
Erica: Good for you. Try them on someone who might actually live.
Bailey: I admit, it doesn't look great, but her family mentioned you by name.
Erica: That's nice but I really don't care.
Bailey: Well, I do.
Erica: [with deadly calm] Don't get emotional, Bailey. No one likes an emotional girl.
Back away slowly. Don't make eye contact. No sudden moves. If need be, play dead.
Goin' back to Callie - While everyone else is up to their elbows in blood and guts - Cristina and her prosciutto, Bailey and Team Tumor, and even Izzie, who gets into a friendly debate over animal cruelty with Owen - Callie is still trying to figure out if she wants hot dogs or doughnuts for lunch.
She and Mark have sex yet again. That's three times in one day for Dr. Torres. I guess she still finds sexuality a mystery. Also a mystery: How she manages to keep her job when she spends most of her day naked.
Mark doesn't understand why Callie's not happy after making it to "the big finish" and instead, just lies there, staring into space.
Callie: Erica cried this morning. In bed. After sex.
Mark: That was a compliment for you. That was a compliment.
Callie: It wasn't a compliment for me. She was having a revelation. She was having… the sex is awesome with Erica. We've reached awesome. Which is…
Mark: Awesome?
Callie: Yes but, it's also awesome with you.
Mark: So what's the problem?
Callie: Guess I thought there should be a difference. Between you and Erica. If I'm… there should be a difference.
Mark: The difference between me and Erica is that I know you had sex with her 12 hours ago. She doesn't know you had sex with me…
Callie may not know which team she plays for yet, but some things are universal: Cheaters never win, and winners never cheat. That, and there's no crying in baseball. Unless of course, you're Erica Hahn.
The before and after - After Bailey pulls a miracle out of her ass and saves tumor girl, there are high-fives all around except for Erica, who was nasty, contrary and negative throughout the procedure. Bailey calls Hahn out on it, labels her a pain in the ass, and gives Anatomy Jane more credit than Dr. Feel Bad.
Hahn, who can intimidate everyone from pediatrics to the morgue, just stands there taking it because she knows she deserves it. That and nobody messes with an angry black lady.
Also living in the after: Callie and Erica. Callie finds Erica writing a letter of apology to Bailey, the Chief, Meredith, the girl's ginormous family and the makers of Anatomy Jane. Callie has some 'splaining of her own to do.
Callie: I slept with Mark Sloan.
Erica: If that's your idea of an apology, you seriously…
Callie: Shut up. You were crying. And seeing leaves. And I wasn't. I may never see leaves. Or maybe I will see leaves, but I will also see flowers.
Callie: There might be a whole forest, but I do know that I want to be with you. And to do that, I have to at least tell the truth. And the truth is, I slept with Mark Sloan today.
Erica: [after a long pause] OK.
Callie: Twice, actually.
Erica: [another pause] OK.
It's a bumpy, windy road on the way to lesbian bliss. Thank goodness for Erica's patience and understanding. Someone has to keep their hand on the wheel. Maybe one day, they can take turns driving.
Callie and Mark decide that even though there will be no more hanky, nor panky, they can still hang out together and talk about chicks. Mark seems happy to have a real friend. It's tough being a himbo.