Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Um, well, um, the chief wanted me to look in on you.

We can't do anything. It's not our place to make that call.

...become the ways of life.

if you could do me a favor, and... get better.

OK, I want a harvest surgery.

I don't know. Maybe it's just testosterone, eh?

Seven days a week, 14 hours a day.

Chief, Dead Baby Bike Race started 20 minutes ago.

Sweetheart, I've been at the top of the list for...

It's not a game.

It's the smell of open-heart surgery.

He's been my doctor for 30 years.

and let her beat you to a pulp with her tiny, ineffectual fists.

Like I said, I'm a surgeon. I save lives.

I wish he'd just go into the light already so I can get on another case.

Look at his sneakers. They're brand-new.

If he doesn't respond in six hours, declare him.

So I think it'd be really great

So, what's up with the Nazi? Is she off her meds?

[Lzzie] Unpack a few things, make this place more homey.

[Door slamming]

Now, I need to ask you a few questions.

For your sake, I hope not.

I know you probably can't hear me,

It's not about the race. At all.

It's your tiny, ineffectual fists.

[Lisa Loeb: Fools Like Me]

Alex is vermin. That surgery is ours.

- Literally pulls this guy's face off. - Yeah.

Seriously, do you actually think you have a shot here?

He "likes me," likes me.

No. And nice eyes.

Getting organs from a John Doe is a long shot.

- [Gasps] Doctor! - Whoo-hoo!

OK, doctors, let's get this over with.

- There's no smoking. - Why not?

Everywhere else is filled with Meredith's mom's boxes.

Keep your panties on, Nancy Drew.

He's gotten 70 of mannitol, dexamethasone 10

[Meredith] We live out our lives on the surgical unit.