Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- And once again... - What?

Hey! Slow down.

Yeah. It's something bad.

What happened is my husband and his moron best friend...

[nurse] Sponge.

- Hannah, look at me. - No, it's got to come out. No, no.

I need a reason to go on. I need some hope.

[water splashing]

- Yes. - OK. What kind of feeling?

- [murmuring] - OK.

One minute, you're a person...

What's the one thing you've always dreamed of doing before you die?

I go back in and wait for the bomb squad. You leave. You all leave.

It's not like this can get any worse.

Whatever. Everybody has problems.

You wanna talk metaphors or do you wanna take off your pants?

I'm just trying to find the source of the bleeding.

But these legs are closed to you now. The panties are staying on.

- What are you doing? - Chief. Bailey's in there.

all trauma rerouted to Seattle Presbyterian.

I don't want to see any of you again until after the baby is born,

which, if he does like I told him to and stays on schedule,

Plus my conditioner stopped working and I think I have brittle bones.

- Let's do this quickly. - [Cristina] What do you want me to do?

Being a doer. Getting while the getting's good. Take off your pants.

I haven't had sex in eight months and twelve days.

You tell my husband when I get my hands on him, he's a dead man.

Is it me or is Hannah shaking?

It has to come out!

Women all over the world do this at home

Air bubbling at the wound. He's shocky and a little cyanotic.

- Code Black? What's a Code Black? - Wait, hold it! Whoa!

- That's all I'm saying, sir. - Hey, guys.

The wound. Was it through and through?

- OK, keep me posted. - OK.

[Bailey] Tucker Jones...

I'm not leaving Bailey's husband with his skull flap open

You should go. Suction.

- We haven't had a decent resident. - The last two weren't that bad.