Jackson: You gotta make a big show out of everything.
Catherine: There's my baby boy. (hugs him) You look skinny. Are you not sleeping?
Jackson: I'm fine, mom.
Catherine: Mmm. Which one is she? She's a brunette, right?
Jackson: We're not doing this, okay?
Catherine: Maybe the real question is what kind of name is Lexie?
Jackson: I never told you her name.
Catherine: I have my ways. Which one is she?
Jackson: She's not here, she's out of town.
Catherine: I come into town and I smuggle her across state lines. Are you ashamed of her?
Mark (walks up): Dr. Avery, sorry to interrupt.
Jackson: Oh, interrupt, please.
Catherine: Oh, Mark Sloan, plastics. The man who doubts.
Mark: Listen, I'm all for standing up for the johnson but this is a transplant and transplant patient's reject organs. Now, I see a twenty eight year old guy who could have a pretty good life with a reconstructed organ, now my boy here and I could--
Catherine: Excuse me? You're working with Jackson?
Mark: I'm mentoring him. He didn't mention it?
Catherine: No, he didn't.
Mark: He's got a great set of hands this kid, you should be proud.
Catherine: Why don't you scrub in with me and you can tell me all the reasons why.
Mark: I'll be there. (walks off)
Jackson: Can't you just stay out of it?
Catherine: He's your mentor, why not get to know the man? At least he didn't skip town.
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