Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Clears throat)
And I agree with you. It is a great day.
Neither does Amelia.
- (Sighs) - Are you leaving?
Here's her latest lab results.
♪ From the summer to the spring ♪
Hmm?
- Oh. - Hi.
Oh, you picked up on that, huh?
Nope. Stopped those.
Man: This is one of the simpler divorces I've seen.
if that's easier for you, then we can do that, too.
♪ From samaritan to sin ♪
♪ Everything felt like it could be all right ♪
They got the stain out of your purple sweater.
I don't want you to be one of those things. I...
No! No!
Wait. It was me. I said it.
- it was probably expensive. - It was.
- Ah. Physics. - I loved physics.
- Mm. - Yeah.
Keys. Where are my keys?
Robbins, how many women are you seeing?
Someone else does that.
I've got a stack of intern applications on my desk
any day you wake up...
Hmm.
(Clears throat) He's pretty good.
Let's page cardio.
I don't think she's gone that far yet.
(Voice breaking): And I'm just a mess.
(Flatline)
and clearly a crazy sex drive.
Why would he make me his guy, though?
Lidocaine.
Pseudomonas. PCR positive times two.
Are you serious?!
How is she?
He's right.
- (Alarm blaring) - Okay.
But if Dr. Grey's right,
This morning, you were praying for a tumor.
Oh, Richard.
I rounded on all of your post-ops.
He doesn't know?
Goodbye, Derek. Right, Meredith.
So... the ring... is in your drawer.
It's gonna be a tumor.
Do you think I should tell him to take it back?
That was a long time ago.
Interns never have any freaking time.
How would you know? You're never there.
Um, listen, I just got our last joint cellphone bill,
And every time we have sex or a fight,
Andrew: Sorry, sir. I'm trying.
one gram of TXA, and cross-match her.
Oh. Well...
No offense, but are you gonna be operating on me?
Something happened to them...
Yeah, he's got great hands.
She's busy with a patient.
Flying colors.
- Yeah, he's an intern. - (Chuckles)
- Yeah. - Bye.
You're okay.
Hi, David.
Are you better than him?
I drank.