Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It wasn't my idea to scrub in.

My hands... are the only things that I have that are of any value to me, to you.

So what do you think, Miranda? Can I stop being a burden to you good people and go on home?

Is that what he told you, that I-- that his mother and I abandoned him?

- He just needs more time. - We don't have it, Rebecca.

Now you're telling me how to do my--

So who's the father?

I'm on call for the pit.

But I would know if he was the one, right? You knew, right?

Oh! What is happening?

He knows he did wrong.

- You? - Oh, yeah.

Your hand is fine, and Shepherd will clear you for surgery.

- Will you look after her, please? - Mm-hmm.

and you know you're gonna have to cut her open,

I'm not pregnant.

orthopedic surgeons...

You're welcome.

Rebecca, your baby is having late decels.

You're his dad and you're trying to protect him.

Holy crap! Are you pregnant?

The man is one of the finest plastic surgeons in this country.

No, one doctor, one vet.

How's my favorite dirty mistress?

That's gonna be painful for a while.

I've just been sent on a mission to get the, uh,

- Not to me-- - Oh, yes, to you. You want Preston Burke.

I guess there, uh, really is no starting over, is there?

We monitor the baby's progress.

- Boy, you're tough, Miranda. - I need your word, Mr. Sullivan,

and he said that, well,

I... should've...

DENNY : Mistakes are painful...

Know what he looks like?