Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No need to talk, Mr. Sullivan.
You wanted-- I wanted-- damn it.
you're not answering my question.
Well, I don't need a resident on this case, so...
Show me.
She does?
What I don't get... is how a girl like you goes from being my son's doctor to-
It's always Izzie or Meredith. It's... it's never me.
He's not here for a face-lift, Derek. He's a burn victim.
Not really. Dr. Torres. Callie.
His father gave me the number and the code, but, um...
I'd like to keep whatever dignity I have left.
Because it's not what the patient wants.
Time me.
Ahh. You don't remember?
Derek found us in bed together.
I thought you left me for Derek.
Oh, this is just perfect...
They can't can you, sweetie. You're the best salesman they got. Come on.
They help define who they are.
Hmm. All right, then.
You have patients.
- Yeah. - What? What?
I left New York because of him.
- Burke. - What?
I give you my word.
What is this?
Dr. Grey... You've got a fever, high white count
Because I was there the whole time. I was there.
Well, you gotta get outta that relationship, immediately.
Karev. Dr. Grey, I am clipping a basilar tip aneurysm. Any interest?
You invert the stump into the cecum and pull up on the purse strings.
- You know, I'm not saying he's a bad doctor. - Of course not. Listen--
That--that's all that matters.
Where's my coffe Karev?
I know you hate me and all,
Who told you that?
nothing fried, no alcohol and no cigarettes.
- Jeff, get her out of here. - Honey, I think she's just trying to be cautious...
I, um...
oh, man.
Yeah. She died.
And that'll do it? His face will be back like it was?
Not for long. Say good-bye, Dr. Grey.
How's he doing, Mrs. Sullivan?
His heart rate's slowing with each contraction.
- So. - So.
You comin'?
Dude, squatting?