Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No... I think I'd know if I had Bailey's husband's phone, George!

You got Dr. Bailey's husband on the table?

- Huh? - Was there an explosion?

The Ambu bag is breathing for him now.

- How's James doing? - Oh, he's bleeding all over the place.

I think I'm gonna take my hand out now.

- Where's the anesthesiologist? - He, um...

We're having a baby.

- Hannah. - Yes, Dr. Burke?

Write down his number. I'll call him. I'll track him down.

- And... he's still out? - Yeah.

Trying to get gravity to do me a favor.

I know. I'm gonna take care of you.

We have to become more proactive, George. We have to become doers.

What did I do? What did I do? What did I do? What did I do? What did I do?

Just go to your locker room and wait for your resident to give you instructions.

Fine. But you wait by the elevator.

She's been going 20 minutes. This must be some kind of record.

- But now, we're late. Let's go. - Cristina... come on.

Dr. Bailey, you're having a baby.

- I'm just about to put him under. - Doctor?

- How's his respiratory effort? - Absent breath sounds on the right.

Thanks, Stevens.

- [phone rings] - My phone.

Good. That's uh... That's good.

It also decreases pain.

OK, no, not too fast. Not too fast.

Dr. Grey is going to clamp the bleeder when we have more exposure.

- Dr. Shepherd. - Dr. Burke...

- Is my wife here? Is she here? - Was she in the accident with you?

- Stop calling it a toy. - I'll call it whatever I want!

- She in shock? - I'll say.

- Take off your pants. - What are you doing?

- That would be me. - Dr. Bailey?

my husband has to go and stand in front of his big gun to see what went wrong.

I can't do this alone.

But that does not change the fact that she's got my McDreamy...

Mrs. Carlson? Can you hear me?