Bailey: Hey, hey. Uh, you talk to your wife tonight?
Callie: No. Why?
Bailey: Oh, I may have pushed a thing a little too far, and now I'm not sure what you're going home to.
Callie: What did you do?
Bailey: W-Well... (Callie sees Arizona walking in) Bailey, what-- What did you do? (Callie smiles and Bailey turns and sees her)
Bailey: Oh, I may have pushed it just far enough. Okay, uh, you gotta go.
Bailey: She's like a, you know, a little bird. If we move to fast we'll scare her off. You're too much pressure now. You gotta go. Go, go, go.
Callie: Okay. (walks off)
Bailey (picks up the chart): Alright. Come here little bird.
Arizona (walks in): I never got the chart.
Bailey: I am so sorry. It's right here.
Arizona: You know, you asked for my help, and I'm-- I'm happy to help you, but I can't do that unless I have the information.
Bailey: Again, so sorry.
Arizona: You know, when you say you're gonna do something, you should... (looks at the chart) Oh, ah. Uh-huh. Right. Right here. The pulmonary infiltrate. I knew it. I think she has Lemierre's disease.
Bailey: People still get Lemierre's?
Arizona: Well, I think she does. You can confirm with an I.G ultrasound.
Bailey: Now what's that gonna show?
Arizona: Ugh. Come on. (Arizona starts walking away talking about the disease and Bailey follows)
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