Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So you really wanna know me?

[man on PA] Dr Jones to Radiology. Dr Jones to Radiology.

[# Psapp: Cosy in the Rocket]

- I am over her. - OK.

Dr. Burke wanted to talk about Emily's heart surgery.

I had an early surgery.

- Well, I'm keyed up and cranky. - I'd do it for you.

He doesn't get on with most people. Not big on social skills.

- Another Dr. Shepherd? - He's my husband, actually.

They'll need multiple surgeries.

I met a girl there once myself.

I know you think I'm crazy, or maybe just a little bit stupid?

- It's a key. - Why?

- How's George? - O'Malley's a fetus.

Get me some water. I'm drying up.

No. But that's not the point.

People have sex in this hospital all the time.

- [Mr. Martin] I don't need any doctors. - Open the door, Martin.

Stop looking at me.

Funny. You're a funny man.

Hm. So when did this problem begin?

- No. - You are now.

- What do you want to do? - Shepherd gave me one job to do.

- Is it treatable? - You'll need surgery.

Then you're looking at impotence, penile infarction, or gangrene.

- He was on call, he might be asleep. - Go find him.

I think you are taking some risks.

I don't wash dishes, vacuum, or put the toilet paper on the holder.

- Water's screwing up his sodium levels. - Causing his delirium.

- Still not talking to me? - You gave me syphilis.

Painful procedures.

After she's born, there won't be much time to ask questions.

I was staring at the ceiling in abject horror.

Yeah, well, that's the tumor talking. The lV is keeping you hydrated.

So, you think I'm sleeping with too many guys? You think I'm some kind of slut?