Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dude, too deep.

Ischemic bowel.

You pick up on the things that are important to me.

- How long do you suppose this will be? - Ten minutes. Ease into it.

Where's my lucky Tabasco do-rag?

Since I've been wearing that do-rag, my surgery record's like 23 and 0.

- Well, sir, I... - Dr Kelso,

Awesome. What time is it?

It's funny how a seemingly insignificant event can set everything else in motion.

I don't mean that violently, I was just trying to turn a phrase.

Question: Did he die? Answer: He did not.

Then you picked the wrong day to be the janitor.

how is it you had an ambulance take you to your dinner reservation last night?

Keep looking, it must be there.

No. You mark my words, we will find that little girl's stuffed animal.

Isn't that right, Dr Cox?

- Hey, Helen. - Hey, cutie.

I'm so glad you're OK.

I'm starving and need to take a bathroom break, which is why I'm dancing.

Who could blame it? There they are all snuggly and safe and whatnot.

Hey, you're not welcome here.

The surgeons, for instance, are a superstitious bunch.