Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Because he's sitting up and he's talking to us.

- Dr. Bailey. - Yeah, so. OK, no.

- Viper. - V... Viper.

Make him change bedpans.

Boobs do not factor into this equation.

[Monitor beeping rapidly]

You might want to leave before I change my mind,

hit by a motorist swerving to avoid a bike.

- My hair? - It smells good.

[Meredith] Whoever said winning wasn't everything...

to get to a hospital yesterday.

O'Malley, I'm not getting any younger.

You want to kill yourselves flying down a concrete mountain,

[Psapp: Nobody Knows]

It's your job. You have to.

Heads, he's mine. Tails, he's yours.

And don't let me catch you fighting over patients. Got it?

and you're feeling this big push to go towards the light,

and your need to dirty everything up?

Smoking will just speed up the process.

There's no one in there. Think like a doctor, lzzie.

- I should have the bigger room. ...the ways of residency...

An hour ago, he was out there, alive.

It's a shame he's brain-dead.

his death should mean something.

Oh, you know, just routine medical stuff.

[Lzzie] At least Burke is doing the surgery.