Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't page me again.
into your rectum.
I twisted my ankle in talent rehearsal.
- Scalpel. - Scalpel.
I know that, but we have to save her life anyway.
No, there will be no memories.
Good morning.
She may not have pneumonia, you know.
What never happened? You sleeping with me,
I've never done one.
I'm Alex. I'm with Jeremy. You're with the Nazi, right?
What about an aneurysm?
- What? - Katie's parents have questions.
I mean, kind of friends...
for those strings before she bleeds to death.
Katie Bryce, 3604?
If we're gonna save Katie's life, do it soon.
- You're Cristina, right? - [Man] Patton, Monroe...
Rule four: The dying patient better not be dead when I get there.
Tony's gonna sail through it.
- He wasn't talking about you. - Are you sure?
You know what? I don't care.
[Chuckles]
The only one that can keep a promise like that is God,
[Pager beeping]
She's lucky she's still breathing.
They say a person either has what it takes to play
I can't even say it. I don't know what it is.
with the vain hope that it wakes up my brain.
I've got this kid, Katie Bryce.
when I was taking her history, but she did fall.
I'm sorry. I get mean when I 'm tired.
Geriatrics is for freaks who live with their mothers and never have sex.
[Mother] What kind of operation?
A large-bore IV. Don't let the blood hemolyze. Let's go!
You can't comment, make a face or react in any way.
She's the on-call resident.
Get out of the way. Pansy-ass idiot.
- Eat. - I can't.
- He's not your guy. - He's my guy, all right.
[George] I thought the Nazi would be a guy.
Katie competes in beauty pageants.