Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You didn't call me. - I did, I did. A few times.

I know I should have called sooner, but I'm calling now.

- [thud] - [continuous beep]

But I'm not having surgery today.

- You're on a transplant Iist, OIIie? - A couple of years now.

You make me sick, and if it wouldn't get me thrown out of the program,

- [continuous beep] - Nikki?

You're not obligated to honor someone else's juju.

And you and I are married. So then, by proxy, Meredith and I are friends.

I know it's annoying. I can't help it.

You know, horses are a great judge of character.

Hey. OIIie says you should come in. She says you need a meeting.

EIIis Grey's daughter's working at the hospital.

- Here you go. - Juju.

There'II be three more today.

You guys, this whole death cluster thing is just ridiculous, right?

You will take your energy as far away from my OR as you can get.

You can operate after midnight but not one minute before.

Do me a favor? My will is inside my nightstand.

and I am not above kicking your pampered Iittle Beverly Hills ass.

- I thought you wanted him out. - I do. But... not tonight.

You're a pervy Iittle boy, George.

Right. Well, Iet's hope she Iives to gently stalk another day.

He's my friend. That's good friend advice.

It's a beautiful afternoon to save Iives, people.

Go pick up her Iabs and get her on the board. Then we'II break the news.

I really shouldn't have gotten out of bed.

You get that from a nurse?

it's avoiding sidewalk cracks, or always putting our left shoe on first.

Spider-webbing on the windshield where his head hit.

EIIis is in a nursing home with AIzheimer's.

Everybody Iikes horses.

Uh, Dr. Bailey.

it'II cut off the oxygen to your Iungs and you'II die of hypoxia.

I mean, if you really Iike her.

The one with the teeth thing.

I don't know. A five or six when I breathe.

[woman on PA] Dr. Cohn to Pediatrics. Dr. Cohn to Pediatrics.

Four surgeries, four deaths, we could all use a Iittle good juju.

No one changes that board unless they talk to me.

I really wanted it to be a surprise, you know, for my boyfriend.

And I do mean physically kicking your ass.

It doesn't, Tinkerbell? For reals?

- Yeah, what are you saying? - Uh, you know, um...

Jesse Fannon, 32, unrestrained driver in a rear-end collision.

- I heard they're dying Ieft and right. - See? Told you there'd be seven.