Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh... No painkillers, thanks.

- [sobbing] - Can I help you, chief?

- Clear. - [Denny screams]

I don't know what you're doing in there, but whatever it is...

- George? - Dr. T orres.

- So... - So...

- Guys? - Excuse me.

- I'm a little distracted right now. - Oh, yes. I've been paging you.

Where is my husband?

in a blink of the eye.

- You heard about me and Meredith? - Well, everyone heard, George.

You have a life. You fall in love. You make plans. You have fantasies.

I don't know. I don't think so.

- It won't be fun. - Maybe you oughta hold my hand then.

With your condition, you're gonna be OK until you're not.

He didn't deserve this.

[George] What I'm saying is... we reap what we sow.

- Tucker. - Dr. Shepherd.

We gotta get his heart rate under control. Push 300 of amiodarone.

- Are you OK? - I need a consult.

- I slept with Mark! - Oh! And he had poison oak on his...

- What? - It's Denny.

- Ready? - Yeah. Hit me.

- I'm not mentally challenged. - I'm not sure about that. Let her talk.

- If you tell us, we can help. - There's nothing to tell.

What do you mean when you say blood in the ventricle?

I did a terrible thing.

If you knew what she did you would understand.

- There's a suitcase... - Yeah, uh...

- Where? At your girlfriend's? - Wha...

I'm not saying that everybody who gets sick or everybody who dies is bad.

- George, can we at least talk? - I don't wanna talk. Not to you!

Do you know how hard I've had to work to get a cute boy in bed before?

And I went outside to throw a stick and I had to pee. So I squatted.