Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We can't do anything. It's not our place to make that call.

I know you probably can't hear me,

Alex is vermin. That surgery is ours.

...become the ways of life.

Um, well, um, the chief wanted me to look in on you.

- Literally pulls this guy's face off. - Yeah.

[Meredith] We live out our lives on the surgical unit.

He's been my doctor for 30 years.

Everywhere else is filled with Meredith's mom's boxes.

[Lzzie] Unpack a few things, make this place more homey.

No. And nice eyes.

So I think it'd be really great

[Lisa Loeb: Fools Like Me]

He's gotten 70 of mannitol, dexamethasone 10

It's not a game.

He "likes me," likes me.

Like I said, I'm a surgeon. I save lives.

Keep your panties on, Nancy Drew.

If he doesn't respond in six hours, declare him.

- There's no smoking. - Why not?

So, what's up with the Nazi? Is she off her meds?

OK, doctors, let's get this over with.

I don't know. Maybe it's just testosterone, eh?

Seven days a week, 14 hours a day.

Look at his sneakers. They're brand-new.

Chief, Dead Baby Bike Race started 20 minutes ago.

It's the smell of open-heart surgery.

It's your tiny, ineffectual fists.

For your sake, I hope not.

if you could do me a favor, and... get better.

It's not about the race. At all.

Now, I need to ask you a few questions.

Sweetheart, I've been at the top of the list for...

Getting organs from a John Doe is a long shot.

Seriously, do you actually think you have a shot here?

OK, I want a harvest surgery.

- [Gasps] Doctor! - Whoo-hoo!

and let her beat you to a pulp with her tiny, ineffectual fists.

I wish he'd just go into the light already so I can get on another case.

[Door slamming]