Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You insist on it? - I do.
Well, anyway...
Your son's next door getting X-rayed.
- Do I still book the OR? - Blocked bowels become necrotic bowels.
Put her in here until the harvest team comes down. Thanks.
- With the stupid boy penis. - Now I'm having hormone surges.
Multiple internal injuries. ACLS protocol started, but his veins blew.
Experience?
Can you carry this for me?
Well, Cristina...
- In OR One at four. - I'm in OR One at four.
[sighs]
- How much work is still left? - An hour and a half.
Meredith?
My guess, cocaine.
Yeah, I've been feeling a little bit of that myself lately.
[Bailey] Yep. Ah.
When you waited two months to tell me and I had to find out by her showing up,
You are in five kinds of trouble, mister man.
You're the chief.
[nurse] Here you go.
Death is imminent. We just have to wait.
[Scott pounds fist]
- She's been sleeping with Burke. - I know.
A wife and son.
- I have a girlfriend. - [Izzie] Olivia.
- My husband Bob is a good driver. - Some guy in a pickup cuts us off.
[Scott] What if he goes back to hitting her?
That's not really the problem.
- It's not drugs. - Mr. Hubble...
- Dr. Shepherd. - Dr. O'Malley.
- [laughs] That is sick. - Who would do that?
Thanks. He won't make it off the table with his own liver. He's bleeding a lot.
- Why are you here? - You had a life in Manhattan.
[distant siren]
There is nothing worse in the world
- [Burke] You good here? - [Bailey] Couple more to go.
You're lucky. I feel pissed off.
- Alex! - So what do you do with it?