Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We barely survived the head lice he gave her.

There is a bed...

Uh, which means she's having an autoimmune response.

and I don't understand what kind of God

to all of my sisters

and invited me to join her for dinner,

It's in every newsletter.

with no sense of fairness or decency...

Or I don't know, what are we talking here?

You're on her service.

if you guys need some time to... yourselves.

Uh, Dr. Sloan, I mean,

Well, research shows that a cheerful environment

We're gonna get a zillion valen-traumas.

I'll tell her whatever you want.

- Okay. - Hand?

So anybody got any good Valentine's plans?

I got rose petals, Lex.

She's breathing funny.

- Is that Julia? - 'Cause I can go.

Our... our thing is... is young and fragile, too.

Sofia, your friend's here.

You want to take out her ovaries?

All right, you... you take this thing out of her lungs,

hurts her brain a little bit more.

I mean, I know it. And you know what?

- Here you go. - Give me some crike pressure.

Rock, paper, scissors.

You two have a very pleasant evening.

- move over. - No.

Oh, good. Uh, all right. Here we go.

Oh, come on. Just look the other way.

I'm brilliant. I'm gifted.

Mm. Thank you, Dr. Grey.

I know there's a baby in the bed.

he doesn't need to know.

Zola, we'll be back.

It doesn't make any sense.

Don't be stupid. You love steak.

Well, you could kinda beg him to stay.

Because the three of us are equal parents to Sofia