Burke: Hey. Whoa. Got the flu?
Cristina: Yeah, and thanks for it. It's making my life so much easier.
Burke: I didn't give it to you. It's all over the hospital. You should be in bed.
Cristina: Disease, diagnosis and prescription from one man.
Burke: Seriously, I'll give you a ride home.
Cristina: This is not gonna make me go home. You go home.
Burke: But I feel fine.