Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You call me Nurse Fallon.
So, you're just gonna have
Liz, don't talk. Don't talk.
Let's look at that tattoo up close and personal, shall we?!
[Monitor beeping]
You don't understand. Me gonads, you ovaries.
It's a waste of a bed, and it's a waste of my time.
Dr. Bethany Whisper.
Sona, that's my wife.
I'd just be...
- [Sighing] - Damn.
You were her scrub nurse.
Easy is not in your job description. You are a doctor. He is a patient.
Radiation and chemo,
holding a nail gun.
It's makeup. It's retouching.
Hmm. Take her to Radiology for the MRI.
Please grind them into hamburger and enjoy."
afebrile with T-max 37-2 and stable vital signs.
- Bleeding? - It's clean.
I am not your sister!
You have to do something. It's your house.
Yes, she's an intern this year.
Where is she now?
But the good ones remember the names, right?
Think of it as a hazing ritual.
- Dr. Yang... - Enough.
Dr. Victor, I'm sorry. But these are viable nerves.
[Meredith] It would be nice if you could see it coming.
Gather around and check out the booty
let's pretend it's you on this table and give this a try.
If I were you, I would walk around naked all the time.
I always divided surgeons into two categories:
- OK. - Thank you.
No, they suck. She's choking on bile.
A girlfriend?
Look, I'm not being seen with you in this hospital.
Shepherd needs you.
Personally, I hated the color. Too obvious, you know?
Excuse me. What's going on?
Why is that important?
and he can't remember seeing you in that red dress?
- Do you have a crush on lzzie? - Izzie? No. I don't like lzzie.
You do that. In the meantime,
[Woman 1] I'll catch up with you guys later.
What a bitch.
We call him "Limp Harry." He never spares the nerves.
I'm sorry.
Impress Dr. Burke with your pre-round exam
- Good prognosis. - Spare some nerves?
You know how these young puppies are.
Huh? Is this you?
Let's do it.
Ha-ha! I know all the tricks, doctor.
God!