Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

that we run for shorter periods of time.

Dr. Roy. Hey, buddy.

Neuro? Uh, interventional radiology?

Uh, rule out intracranial bleeding

she's of age, which makes her fair game.

He was bleeding out from the abdomen,

Ease him on in.

and I am ready to do my job.

♪ A line in the sand ♪

so maybe you just -- you try and be happy for her.

but she -- she was happy.

Tell me you have good news. I have good news.

And by do itself, I mean, I'm not gonna do it for you.

Good night. See ya.

holding scalpels for sometimes 18 hours at a stretch.

Mm, nah, I thought we'd hitchhike.

because it's new and shiny.

I just said they're standing between the hose

or rechargeable hearts or something.

Mm-hmm. Look at that. That's adorable.

while I go to work without...

Now you're gonna slide it in and clamp just above your fingers.

Pop quiz, Qadri.

that you couldn't score tickets for the original cast.

She's using the word "party" as a verb.

♪ It's you, it's you must go, and I'll abide ♪

Ben: 14-year-old male, blunt abdominal trauma

with an exploded, flaming skull.

and they eat everything that isn't nailed down.

it now lives on in the cherished memories

[ Door closes ]

Count of three. Best Sondheim. One, two, three.

What? Why? Was that wrong?

you did it well, but you walked away from it?

That. That's Kimmie.

He doesn't go anywhere near Kimmie.

Okay. ...before we remove it.

Do you think that will be enough? Definitely.

No, of course. Sorry.

and I'm one fingertip away from this kid dying.

[ Owen clears throat ]

Uh, y-you -- y-yeah.

Sh-Shh. Pipe down. You'll scare the tumor.

It was amazing.

Whoa, that's a lot of... Dr. Hunt! Uh, I need a tourniquet.

What do you think she's got in her hand, Schmitt?

watching Callie fall in love after we broke up,

Richard: And what do we got, Dr. Hunt?

We don't get to give up. We don't get to write her off.

There! I feel it. I-I clamped it, I think.

to get around the corners.

It's just...some kids get under your skin.

so unless she's some kind of a savant,

Look, I-I can't get you front row,