Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Rebecca... your birth plan is just that, it's a plan.

Uh... well, there's, uh, you... - Hm-hmm.

And when I met Denny,

- Gladly. - Now! Not you, O'Malley.

- You're burning up. - I'm fine.

had minimally invasive bypass surgery two days ago to remove a blockage from his L.A.D.--

Oh, Burke. I thought you-- you told me--

Am I your girlfriend? Am I somebody you mess around with?

No, Finn. Really, you shouldn't do that.

- Oh, no, please. - This is no longer a conversation.

- I need more chickens. - No more chickens, okay?

What's the point?

In that case, can I have some morphine?

You're all so handsome... and such good kissers.

He has such a nice face.

I never would've made her happy,

they're going to be general surgeons...

George scrubbed in on an appendectomy?

I was. I was a doctor. I'm not anymore.

Hey, I got here before George. - I'm here. I was here.

Not Denny's type at all.

- Cristina. - Yeah, baby?

If you insist on staying, just...

- Because she's hot. - Mm.

Can I buy you a drink, Callie?

Clearly, I am not myself today.

but if your labor intensifies and the baby doesn't descend--

neurosurgeons...

Don't hurt her again.

Oh... my... God. - Oh, my God.

Oh, she's not pregnant with anyone's baby, so..

I don't have to scrub in, Dr. Bailey. I could just, uh...

Before Dr. Sloan proceeds with your surgery. - Oh.

Oh. Men troubles.