Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In college, it was the heady combo of youth, tequila, and, well, you know.

- What? - Steve, hi. Cristina.

Well, it's surprisingly painful.

It's OK. I'm used to it. I just really wanted a girl.

911. I'm sorry.

- That means no more water. - I'm thirsty.

Your boyfriend gave you a key to his place?

[printer whirs]

[gasping, groaning]

Dorie, you're fine. You're going to be fine.

Oh, really? You'd give Burke an enema?

Well, I don't know, but I'm determined to be optimistic.

We're OK, right?

You want better, and you deserve better.

- What? - You know, he didn't... He...

I'll just get the tea.

Hello, everybody, what's up?

[dog barks in distance]

which could result in brain damage.

Good. Good. Good.

So you officially signed your contract. Congratulations.

We have four-year-old boys. Adam, Oliver, and Graham.

Over here, Lucy.

- know about your problems. - I'm a hotshot doctor.

[Meredith] How do you know how much is too much?

Dorie, the OR is prepped and ready to go. Where's Tom?

You can do surgery in here.

We'll be the same with the girls. We're ready.

I'm gonna at least think about making fun of him when I see him.

- Friend? Doyle? - Right. You don't have any friends.

Well, then, was it me? Was it something I did?

Six months of magazines I know I'll never read, but I won't throw out.

Hey. I've been looking for you.

You realize this is insane.

Yes, I am. You've done your reading, Dorie.

[Cristina] So, this is where you live?

Why is it a key? Are we feeling existential this morning?

My assistant, Doyle, says I passed out and hit my head.