Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's 78 and non-ambulatory. You have the upper hand here. Use it.

She's cyanotic with shallow breath sounds. BP 76 over 42,

I wasn't gonna light 'em. I was just holding them.

Nobody is that happy. She's on drugs.

Tell her I saw her on TV. Tell her I'm an athlete too. I'm a wrestler...

[Yumi speaks Japanese]

I thought she would be fine.

Pleural effusion, sepsis, shock.

- Oh, thank you. Thank you. - Mrs. Larson, I'm Dr. O'Malley.

[muffled] Ha-ha!

She's converting her den into my bedroom.

- I'm sorry. - Don't tell me. Tell her.

[woman] I agree.

[ Sam Winch: I Got Some Moves]

- You smoke? - Why?

You can see it in the eye. And the swagger.

You were a little harsh in there.

There's no sun up in the sky...

You forged my signature?

- Come on. - What should I put?

So, if you'll just sign here we can go ahead

- More remotes. - O'Malley?

You get points for breathing in and out. You get to be a little selfish.

I've earned the right to be seen, to be respected,

Hey, can you...

Karev, get the translator up here.

Not that I'm gonna. Ever again.

- Mr. Freeark, please. - My dad's Mr. Freeark.

You're not gonna yell "Damn it, Grey" and storm out?

Not on surgical service, anyway.

We're not just friends.