Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, dude, I better not be out of the band.
Tu hésites ? Elle hésite !
I smoked my last cigarette.
[muffled shouting]
Oh, let the lie continue. Right, baby?
- [Meredith] Say he's not house-broken. - [Doc whines]
Well, then... call me Sophie.
- All right. - No touching!
Cigarettes constrict blood vessels. I've seen grafts fail over a few cigarettes.
He's making me stand at the back of the OR while he reattaches Rick's fingers.
I can be nice without being...
She's... she can be exhausting.
[woman] The nursing home said she never showed up.
to make sure you don't have a prolapsed uterus.
- Aren't you going to open it? - Yeah, I'll open it.
She's feverish. Weaker than this morning. Could be decompensating.
it looks like nothing more than Braxton Hicks.
What? That's a beautiful board.
And I don't see a remote in that hot little hand.
Dr. Karev, how do I begin the esophagomyotomy?
I know a liar when I see one because I'm a liar.
Irish.
I don't want to be a guy sitting in a bar with a stump for a hand,
No. Don't.
[George] Coming right up.
I'm afraid I'll become old.
And you haven't. And you won't. And I don't want George to leave.
I'm staying until my daughter's house is ready.
- What? - Don't tell him.
- Damn it. - I've been feeling a bit feverish.
We are.
She left with her friend 20 minutes ago.
[Sophie] I'm missing my program, lrish.
- You're a musician? - I play the guitar.
It's just a dog. It doesn't mean anything. He'll be fine.
I smoke a cigarette after my operation and boom! My fingers fall off?
- What's this? - Notification.
Vicious, hyper devil-mutt is available and will pee on your bed.
- So how do we proceed? - Schedule Mrs. Cline for a surgery.
I got married, Dr. Burke. [laughs]