Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Go in the house, baby.

Do you want to see death? Take a good look.

Can you recall a specific emotion...

There's something I didn't tell you about last night.

Randall Steckle, Forging of a Surgeon. No. Pretentious.

So don't do it.

I have a family now.

I haven't been that ugly little girl in quite some time.

I'm glad to hear that because I haven't known you for long...

- From Clairemont? - Yes.

This thing changed my life.

Good morning, Rachel.

Wait a goddamn minute.

It didn't mean anything.

This is a graveyard.

- Was that your idea of chivalry? - Absolutely not.

- Forget about it. We lost him! - No, you son of a bitch!

Come on, Nelson. Come on, come on.

No, you're reaching.

- Any vaginal bleeding? - What's he saying?

Dr.Hurley, electrodes. Come on, Joe.

Wait a minute. Nobody...

Begin. 1-1,000. 2-1,000. 3-1,000. 4-1,000.

That never would have occurred to me in a million years.

They're all members of the Joe Hurley video library.

that there was something out there protecting me.

- Got him! - 02 standing by.

I was in elementary school with her. We used to make fun of her.

- Come on! We gotta open her up. - The O.R.'s are full. Maybe 10 minutes.

Randall Steckle, Diary of a Surgeon.

I told you not to go in there! I told you not to do that!

It's difficult to explain. Maybe impossible.

Looks as bad as it feels, huh?

That was a mistake. We almost lost him.

I don't want you to think it was casually, wantonly sexual by any means.

300 joules charged.

We're pushing the five minute mark. Dangerous! Zucchini land!

- 88 degrees. - Get 4 milligrams of atropine ready.

I don't want to talk about it.

It's a joke. It's a joke!

You're doing this for mankind?

Pay when you're ready, okay?

Who are you supposed to be, Boner Man?

Apparently not.

If she walks out of that ladies room with those answers...

But I never liked school, anyway.

There's nothing beautiful out there.

Have you told everyone you loved them?

Last one over is a rotten egg.

Shit-bird! Bird-turd! Turd-face!

Give me 30 seconds. Put the blanket on to warm.

Losing them is part of our work.

Hello. Is this Mrs. Earl R. Hicks?

if you need me, just honk the horn.

But I didn't see no tunnel...

I think you do.

That's what the voices say.

We should get your face looked at at a hospital.