Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You're not serious. - Dr. Yang, this is a beating heart In a box.

Thank you, sir.

- No, I think I should apologize to you for... - No, it wasn't you. It was me.

- Got it. - Dr. Park, your hospital's on the line.

Yeah, I've been trying really, really hard to believe that.

I know. I mean, it's just you and me.

I will not have another o'malley Lost under this roof.

Let's--let's do this. Let's cut me open.

No one touches this patient but you.

- Any pain, uh, vomiting? - Yes, actually, I have.

I thought I taught you a lot of things.

I love him, Probably as much as you apparently do.

I will be there.

And the next thing she knows, she's being pulled across time,

Oh, my god. Yes.

He was... My favorite.

- Okay, I'm gonna talk, then you talk, okay? - Okay.

George made you look like such a chump.

- Good. - Good.

It looked like you pretty much rebuilt that guy's heart.

Sue me if I don't want to waste any of it.

I'm just trying to help you.

Oh, come on. Don't act like you stay up nights Writing poetry about the guy.

I get to choose what I worry about.

It's not just me. It's you, too.

But it's gonna have to wait until I'm done with my book.

I can do a septoplasty. You taught me a septoplasty.

But coming out to your dead ex-husband's super catholic mom?

That's not going away either.

It's so stupid.

Um, I know. I haven't, uh, I-I haven't called, And I meant to call so many times,

Uh, what about your family?

- Yeah, I've seen it. - Maybe you looked at it.

What? You're lucky.

See? She's got inflammation An scar tissue around the remnant cystic duct.

Are we not going to the mouse lab today? Because I--

And I swear, I can't believe it.

I think we should practice our statements to the judge.

I think you should stop worrying about it and relax.

I also did not ask for an endoscopic ultrasound.

Imagine my surprise... When I check out the schedule expecting to see

You're a fool, avery.

Yes, I want to give my readers closure.

I'm very serious.

Okay. You're gonna be okay. It's okay. It's okay.

"go. Go wherever the hell you want, But first, you're gonna apologize."

Anyway, my plane lands at 10:00, So wait up.

- What? Why? - Yes. We're saying yes.

The pain's getting worse?

- Hey, let me ask you something. - No.

And you let me know if you feel any discomfort, okay?

I've gone back there a couple of times,