Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[CeeLo Green's "Workin' Class Heroes (Work)" plays]
to see someone with your level of expertise.
He figured it out. It's like he could
He wants to take me on a date. Like, a "date" date.
Damn it.
- How's our cheerleader? - Well, there's no sign of a bleed.
She calls all the shots, decides who's in, who's out.
about how much older than them I am,
I'm... I'm... I'm thinking. Okay, I just need to think.
She's coming back, right?
You people don't know what you're doing.
- All right. - Charge to 200.
just to make the team a team, you know?
- because no one's touching my patient! - Miller: Thorpe...
My parents say I'm high-strung.
Could she flirt any harder?
Meredith, let's go. What, did you forget something?
We have a plan.
but I have been a doctor a lot longer.
- You don't think the two are related? - I know they are.
♪ Oh, hey ♪
- Nothing. - That wasn't flirting. I mean,
[Chuckles]
- Agreed? - Okay.
I want to hear every detail.
Rib spreader, Spencer. Get a clamp ready.
Grab me some Kerlix.
I mean, I Googled all of you.
Oh, my phone's been blowing up.
- That's the problem. - Okay. So what's the first thing you would do?
[Laughs]
Are... Are you insane?
but I was trying to save a life.
- where would you start? - We don't have time!
Karev wants me in the E.R.
Jackson: Yeah, all the sleep I can carry.
I was doing his intake, and he just started clutching his stomach.
Harder! Come on! Do it!
God, I hated high school.
I've got no way to dock the leg.
- [Siren wails in distance] - Coming through.
This would provide axial stability and, potentially...
We see you every day. We're used to all of that.
You're gonna hold out on me?
- It looks like a mild concussion. - What if it ends?
Not to mention how you're compromising
Thorpe: Damn.
Right there.
Meredith married an attending. Nobody cares except you.
And keep in mind, with some aggressive chemo and radiation,
Promoted as a sophomore for a triple-year reign
You can watch.
Just your technique,
Yep, that guy definitely just asked for your number.
Well, I'm sorry I had to add to your workload, Miranda,
- Callie, stop. - No, I am sorry, but
Your head C.T. is fine.
Okay.
What you call a calculated risk is what I call foolish.
You are jealous of her
She's the top of the social food chain.
No. No, no, no.
- Impressive? - insane.
We've practiced once, Torres... once.
What's the difference?