Mark: 911 means you’re dying, someone has to be dying!
Callie: Well, what if the baby was dying?
Mark: There’s nothing wrong with the baby, or you! You can’t page me in a panic, everytime you have a feeling!
Callie: Don’t yell at me! I am a hormone casserole. My body is not my own, and something feelings wrong!
Mark: Is it muscular?
Callie: No, it’s a feeling in my gut..
Mark: In your uterine?
Callie: No, My metaphorical gut! Arizona says she’s still in but, she said that before and then.. she left.
Mark: I don’t think she’s going anywhere. She loves you, Torres.
Callie: Well what about Lexie, what are you gonna do about her? She’s your soulmate or something, and she’s gonna freak the hell out. Everything in my life is always a disaster, I really don’t want this to be a disaster! I don’t even wanna move, or breathe. I don’t want to do nothing! What if I do something, and it messes this baby up?!