Cristina (they all see Bailey): That's the Nazi?
George: I thought the Nazi would be a guy.
Meredith: I thought the Nazi would be... a Nazi.
Izzie (Izzie walks up behind them): Maybe it's professional jealousy. Maybe she's brilliant and they call her Nazi because they're jealous. Maybe she's nice.
Cristina: Let me guess, you're the model. (Izzie gives her the look)
Izzie (to Bailey): Hi, I'm Isobel Stevens, but everyone calls me Izzie.
Bailey: I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don't bother sucking up. I already hate you, that's not gonna change. Trauma protocol, phone list, pagers, nurses will page you. You will answer every page at a run. A run! That's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts 48 hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs, right orders, work every second night until you drop, and don't complain. On-call rooms. Attendings hog them. Sleep when you can, where you can, which brings me to rule number three. If I'm sleeping, don't wake me unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four: the dying patient better not be dead when I get there. Not only will you have killed someone, you would have woke me for no good reason. We clear? (Meredith raises her hand) Yes?
Meredith: You said five rules. That was only four.
Bailey: Rule number five: When I move, you move. (looks at pager and starts running)