Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

because I knew you'd make a big deal out of it.

He's my sister's husband.

he was a pretty rough kid if you didn't know him,

and you are our subordinate.

- Life changing? - Life changing. Earth shattering.

I don't want you...just be you.

No, don't...don't...don't do that.

We had to perform a hysterectomy.

Look, you see here?

I'm a doctor, and I haven't even heard of half of it.

- Oh, god! Damn it, Cristina. - What...what happened? What just happened?

Look, if you're waiting for the perfect time to have kids,

Chevy! I had enough of you listening to KOLA 99.9! That’s it, I’m going to take all the radios to the trash. Mommy, stop it!

He won't go if you tell him to.

- What, you see the bullet? - Lodged near the liver.

Sometimes the heat from that bovie is enough to make them explode.

Why would you turn it off?

- Josh, it's okay. - And they want you back on the job.

I was trying to wean her off the ventilator,

- Thank you. - Rich, buttery pound cake.

Yum. Pound cake.

I think I can do a local resection and get the entire visible tumor.

Well, I was first on the scene. I heard a shot. I went in.

Please. Please.

Septembar 6, 1993

to get it right.

وما بنلقى شفع؟

It's just pasta.

Should I be worried about this?

Oh, thank god. Oh.

Alex got married?

Distearyldim...dimo...hmm.

Because, at least there's activity.

I woulda done it anyway, but he just kept talking, didn't he?

You said the surgery went fine. That's what you said.

I mean, people wake up from comas all the time.

She sent the papers. The official papers.

We need to find out right away if there's any brain activity.

If anything should happen to me,

- Dr. Bailey, I don't think that Alex... - Mind your business.

You ever wonder if moisturizer really works?

I know. She is awesome.

"Pound caking" is not a thing.

Aaron, I like you.

Okay, what am I suppose to write?

'Cause I kinda need to use the computer.

You can waste your whole life wondering,