Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm Dr. Bailey. How we doing here?

They're in worse shape than me.

so let's don't fill up an O.R. until we know that we have to.

- Just talk to me. - Amelia, I'm not like you.

What, a butt doctor?

I said we're not turning firefighters away.

It's not the walking I'm worried about.

You are crawling into your little hole and dying.

Now she can get a proper look.

- Promised who? - To Cristina.

(Ambulance doors close, engine turns over)

gowns, gloves at every station.

Make-up sex is better,

Is this why you hate me?

This is Dr. Robbins.

Uh, just waiting for Ruth.

I-I'm right here, Jo.

I just can't like you at work.

♪ 'Cause we're dead if they knew ♪

They'll probably take a big piece of skin from your back

3-0 Prolene and pledget hold.

I'm a little busy right now. Do you need something?

(Chuckles) Thank you.

(Sighs) Forget it.

It was... you know, I-I have no idea, actually.

And I think that she thinks I'm great,

(Breathes deeply)

Mm. Don't you think that sounds a little childish?

I'm okay, I promise.

I... you don't need me. You're a smart, competent woman.

They show... where you've been.

I've already seen Ma.

Okay, where's the adrenaline?

All of these tables go. Put away this food.

(Labored breathing)

- It's... messy. - It's really messy.

Stretch them out. Feel the air.

MAN: Choppers are stacking up. Let's move!

Hunt, I got a guy in the burn unit missing part of his chest wall.

You work like hell to put them out, but...

And that was...

That's an interesting theory.

Look, i-it's your first crisis.

I can wait for Pierce.