Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here, a hundred grand.

You're the new Burke.

His chute didn't open.

Doesn't make any kind of sense to me.

Oh, sorry. You probably need to get in here.

Hell yeah, I would've.

Where-- where's the judge?

Don't heckle, George.

Any chance you need a resident's help, dr. Torres?

as if the water had washed everything clean.

- One. One panic attack. - Okay, still.

it's-- it's so weird, uh, to be the one being watched.

It's her dream.

this is-- this is like a-- a rare bird, George.

I want to talk to you about tonight.

I know. I'm sorry.

He really-- he doesn't strike me as a fetish kind of guy.

Oh, it's just, since you're ignoring Dr. Torres' advice about getting the surgery,

is a gentlemen's evening.

Go be hard-core Izzie.

Oh, and it doesn't open.

Remember when I was dead?

Why didn't you tell anybody you were hurting?

You guys are sick.

It is an option. You could just...let go.

W-we're saying this guy fell 12,000 feet, and basically all he needs is an appendectomy?

It's a store contest. I'm the judge.

He'll hold on to the dress.

- but we run-- - I just want to know what the rules are.

I am talking about your male attendings.

Can't they-- can't they just split the prize?

Uh, two ambulances, multiple traumas.

The surgery can take up to five or six hours. Maybe more.

It's almost like the rest of me just...

It's the weirdest thing.

Chest pain, tamponade, ruptured aorta?

I got patients to check on, Erica Hahn to impress.

Rumor has it that Sloan was busy hazing one of his interns today.