Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, the tumor sees itself as a sweet, cute, fat-cheeked baby

Life will always find a way to continue.

This is the point where you trust her, okay?

We are the danger.

The tumor is creating pressure on your placenta.

All I could imagine was what we see in cartoons...

I will discover that I am not just the other Dr. Shepherd...

open her up and stop the bleeding if I can,

than go gently into that good night.

fuzziness around the edges, a little like, uh, blinders,

This grip's not flexible enough.

Have I figured this out yet?

So, if there is a choice

every margin, every last ripple and ridge.

a large, dangerous tumor

are long and complex,

I am going to save your life.

To mean something.

Glenda, if Dr. Herman thinks that...

Just so you know, the auditorium is packed.

When you talk to Derek tonight,

'Night, 'night, tumor baby.

or even care about doing that

and we want to stop it, destroy it,

or is Derek... uh, Dr. Shepherd coming?

I'm so glad you brought me back in.

Okay, so, we have seven cases today.

and visualization is compromised.

I choose my baby.

- Amelia. - Shh!

I heard from two hospitals wanting us to record your talk.

just answers... clear, precise, obvious answers.

once I place the final seed,

- Hand me a glove. - What?

Is that how Bailey convinced you?

This is the point where you trust her, okay?

Or, rather, who is left?

You'll do the next one yourself. I'll watch.

I think the very least you could do is deserve it.

The tumor isn't smarter than you.

I remember my mom telling me once

Look at its size.

who needs your help.

Just give me a minute.

but there is no fetal heartbeat.

- Are you serious? - It's gonna work.

One singular, almost immeasurable part

You know what? You're not... you're not dying.

Every step, every move before this

You're cultivating quite a bit of buzz, you know?

Well, I'm just, uh...

except try to get your help on a patient