Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

or you can pass your test and be a doctor. Up to you.
Christmas, Derek. We love Christmas.
- It wouldn't be. - I have to go.
What... What the hell? Does Izzie know... Does Burke know about this?
You paged me?
He was in pain before surgery.
- I think so. - Then scrub in.
Then he sleeps with Olivia instead of me.
I poisoned him with my anti-holiday venom?
Karev, it's over. You screwed up.
Yes.
I'm so glad we came to this hospital so I could be treated by a bunch of quacks
he was laying there unconscious and vulnerable...
"Shepherd." Is that a sign from God, or what?
You're not. I'm trying to figure out why you're not.
How do you know your words didn't speak to him unconsciously?
- Yang... - Dr. Bailey.
No. Mr. Epstein here is depressed.
Oh, hey. What do you think?
Interns. Too emotional.
Looks like Santa threw up in here.
[# Catie Curtis: Lo, How A Rose E'er Blooming]
Because that's the way this feels to me and to my kids.
I was stringing Hanumas lights and a shingle came loose.
- He failed his boards. I'm helping him. - Failed your practical?
- How does God feel about that? - Justin...
- [mother] But, hey, you know something? - What?
Hey.
All right, all right! Sit down, sit down.
- It's hot buttered rum. It's delicious. - It's Dickensian.
- Of course you're in on this. - She let him touch her boobs!
- They can't operate until tomorrow! - Outrageous!
He can't study for a practical by himself. If he fails again, he's out.
I say I like the guy, and you can't stop hating him.
I don't know what we're doing.
I'm here with good news. Great news.
- That can't happen. - l... It won't happen again.
[# The LeeVees: Latke Clan]
Well, I'm not actually crapping my pants now, am l?
I gotta make up ground with these gifts.
You don't just celebrate Christmas, you actually believe in Santa Claus?
but the important thing right now is that we stop the bleeding.
- You'll have to fight me for this one. - He's all yours. My parting gift.
- That is just plain rude! - We know he cheated on you!
Yes, well, a mother's job is to protect her child's innocence.
- My stepfather, Saul Rubenstein? - Oh, right.
Think she'll ever talk to me again?
You're judged on bedside manner.