Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You wanted-- I wanted-- damn it.
Well, you gotta get outta that relationship, immediately.
Hmm. All right, then.
His father gave me the number and the code, but, um...
I left New York because of him.
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.
Dr. Grey... You've got a fever, high white count
Not really. Dr. Torres. Callie.
I'd like to keep whatever dignity I have left.
- So. - So.
His heart rate's slowing with each contraction.
I give you my word.
- You know, I'm not saying he's a bad doctor. - Of course not. Listen--
Where's my coffe Karev?
And that'll do it? His face will be back like it was?
Derek found us in bed together.
you're not answering my question.
Because I was there the whole time. I was there.
nothing fried, no alcohol and no cigarettes.
You have patients.
Ahh. You don't remember?
I know you hate me and all,
- Burke. - What?
You invert the stump into the cecum and pull up on the purse strings.
Dude, squatting?
No need to talk, Mr. Sullivan.
Show me.
Yeah. She died.
What is this?
- Jeff, get her out of here. - Honey, I think she's just trying to be cautious...
oh, man.
Well, I don't need a resident on this case, so...
I, um...
How's he doing, Mrs. Sullivan?
I thought you left me for Derek.
Time me.
Who told you that?
You comin'?
Because it's not what the patient wants.
Not for long. Say good-bye, Dr. Grey.
What I don't get... is how a girl like you goes from being my son's doctor to-
They can't can you, sweetie. You're the best salesman they got. Come on.
They help define who they are.
She does?
Karev. Dr. Grey, I am clipping a basilar tip aneurysm. Any interest?
That--that's all that matters.
Oh, this is just perfect...
- Yeah. - What? What?