All of them.

I went to med school in Colorado.

It is your job to figure out how to support your interns instead of using and abusing them and then throwing them out with the trash.

Tried to find a place to hide, but there was nowhere to go.

That scar tissue never forms, and the best course of action is to remove them.

I find there's not much a room full of babies can't fix.

If you're wondering what you can do, call them, talk to them, be respectful, be kind, be familiar.

Because I can't someone live with all that trauma inside of them.

Weapons of war in grocery stores, at parades, in schools, active shooter drills in third grade.

And if you can't do it, you need to find someone, get someone to help you stop it.

Because my parents taught me to value an obsessive crush over my grades and my medical school aspirations.

But if you wouldn't mind telling the bastard that Dr. Bailey's husband is a firefighter who breaks into houses with his axe for a living, and I'm going to find out where he lives, I'd appreciate it.

Dr. Bailey loves her family and wants to keep them safe, which I'm sure you can understand.

I need you to be Simone's maid of honor.

His birthday party where he called me Jane and made out with my best friend at the end of the night.

And the pain on your side on a scale of one to ten?

I understand you were trying to get a hold of her.

Nah, you got a crisis of your own to deal with.

I know, we need to keep you a little longer just to make sure you're out of the woods.

I just wanted to make sure I'm being considered for Chief of Cardio.