Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm in charge of interns who think I'm crazy.

I asked for too much.

I was sick of waiting for the right guy, so...

Since when did you start calling me Bambi?

She doesn't even want to talk to me.

We've only been working with one and two.

You're gonna be like the rock star intern.

I already hate you. It's not gonna change.

Yeah, get outta here.

Get it together, Torres.

Under the circumstances,

This is their first day on their own.

I'm the girl from the bar.

George, go wait for the ambulance. The rest of you come with me.

- Dr Grey, press and hold right here. - She's having contractions.

We all have problems.

Okay, somebody page Derek Shepherd right freakin' now.

All right you stand against the wall and out of the way unless I call for you.

- I don't want to be alone anymore. - I know.

You know, I'm responsible.

Oh, okay, all right. All right.

- Are you Meredith Grey? - Yeah.

If he moves even a fraction of an inch, it could kill him.

I don't drink. Dr. Bailey, we need to talk.

We have the arm, and...

I was named chief resident.

She's always fine. That's her problem.

We can't risk even the slightest movement.

Chief. I have the chief to talk to.

Your intern is my half sister. How weird is that?

I filled this entire bag with coins from my patient's stomach today.

- Taste good. - Evil.

- but... - I'm Bambi.

I haven't moved back in yet.

I want to talk about Chief Resident. We're gonna have this conversation.

Get outta the way!

- Help! Please, doctors. Help! - Inside voice.

Ten minutes ago,

You know who's seriously hot? That Lexie girl.

I love you, too.

Where the hell are you?

I would've made an excellent chief resident.

- What do you got for me? - Nancy Walters. Complete amputation.

What would I need to talk about?

What's the matter with you people? When I say move, you move. Move!

Three blinks is I love you.

Okay, this is what's called a trauma situation.

Kind of had a lot going on.