(Callie is dancing in her underwear, a t-shirt and sunglasses, Richard walks by her room and does a double take and peers into her room)
Richard: Getting some exercise, Dr. Torres? (Callie stops dancing, looks over at him and takes off her sunglasses looking horrified. She turns off the music)
Callie (clears throat): Yes. Yes. (clears her throat again) Sir. Chief Webber.
Richard: You're here first. You get all the best cases. Trauma comes in the middle of night, you get first dibs.
Richard: I respect it. I do. And also I can't have it. And you know that.
Callie: You're throwing me out.
Richard: I've got no choice. This violates all sorts of codes and you know it.
Callie: So I have to go but you're allowed to live in your office?
Richard: You noticed that, huh?
Callie: Yeah. I'm pretty observant.
Richard: Guess if I'm throwing you out, I have to follow my own rule. (Callie smiles)
George (walking into Callie's basement): Okay, I'm jealous. But I have a right to be jealous because I don't want other guys touching your panties! (turns corner to see the Chief sitting on Callie's bed with her) Great! That's just... great! (turns back out the door)
Richard: You might wanna clear that up.
Callie: Yes, sir.
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