Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

You want to kill yourselves flying down a concrete mountain,

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

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

- My hair? - It smells good.

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

[Monitor beeping rapidly]

You might want to leave before I change my mind,

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

hit by a motorist swerving to avoid a bike.

An hour ago, he was out there, alive.

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

to get to a hospital yesterday.

It's your job. You have to.

Smoking will just speed up the process.

and your need to dirty everything up?

[Lzzie] At least Burke is doing the surgery.

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

Make him change bedpans.

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

his death should mean something.

Boobs do not factor into this equation.

- Viper. - V... Viper.

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

[Psapp: Nobody Knows]

Oh, you know, just routine medical stuff.