Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're OK, right?

Your boyfriend gave you a key to his place?

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

Good. Good. Good.

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

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

[dog barks in distance]

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

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

[Cristina] So, this is where you live?

You can do surgery in here.

[gasping, groaning]

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

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

So you officially signed your contract. Congratulations.

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

I'll just get the tea.

Hey. I've been looking for you.

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

Hello, everybody, what's up?

Over here, Lucy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You realize this is insane.

911. I'm sorry.

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

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

You want better, and you deserve better.

- What? - Steve, hi. Cristina.

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

which could result in brain damage.

Well, it's surprisingly painful.

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

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