Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[# Way Out West: Don't Forget Me]

Yeah. They can't find my soul if I'm medicated.

- How we manage our pain is up to us. - What is that? Hey. Stop it.

- We need to get him to the OR. - OK. Don't whisper.

I called a social worker and she's willing to talk to you...

[# Psaap: Crazy in the Rocket]

[monitor beeps]

- Missing something? Missing what? - One of her souls.

In a really, really big, "pretend to like your taste in music,

I can feel his heart starting to fill more. It's beating a little stronger.

I grew up down the street. I play in a band. I went to U-Dub.

But don't you find it misogynistic and degrading and kind of...

He's put out more than 200 cc's over the past hour.

- Dude, we're not moving. - Really! You think?

not only will I kill you, I will sell your body parts for cash.

- He should be here somewhere. - I'm good. Ready to scrub in.

Seriously? That's your life?

I feel one tube that's easily collapsible

So, you know, it is my business.

Hey, life is short. Times are hard.

Goodbye, Ellis.

- Finding her soul won't be easy. - It never is.

Look at the changes in her EKG. She had something.

Hope it goes away on its own.

It was gonna always be our secret.

How long do you think it takes to retrieve a lost soul?

Lou, not in front of the doctor.

You just have to be sure.

[Meredith] Pain. You just have to ride it out.

I suppose we can try droperidol and diphenhydramine.

Until all we can think about is how much we hurt.

- And? - You didn't even kiss her good night.

- I didn't know you were married. - You never asked.

Hey, I got Verna Bradley's tests back.

Painted horses.

A level of pain so great that it blocks out everything else.

- We thought... - No time for excuses.

- Yeah. You never know. - He's definitely coming.

You know how long the surgical scar takes to heal.