Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where's my coffe Karev?
Show me.
His heart rate's slowing with each contraction.
You have patients.
- You know, I'm not saying he's a bad doctor. - Of course not. Listen--
Hmm. All right, then.
I give you my word.
She does?
Because it's not what the patient wants.
nothing fried, no alcohol and no cigarettes.
I'd like to keep whatever dignity I have left.
You invert the stump into the cecum and pull up on the purse strings.
you're not answering my question.
And that'll do it? His face will be back like it was?
Because I was there the whole time. I was there.
Ahh. You don't remember?
What I don't get... is how a girl like you goes from being my son's doctor to-
Not really. Dr. Torres. Callie.
You wanted-- I wanted-- damn it.
Who told you that?
Dude, squatting?
- Yeah. - What? What?
Well, I don't need a resident on this case, so...
oh, man.
- Burke. - What?
He's not here for a face-lift, Derek. He's a burn victim.
His father gave me the number and the code, but, um...
- So. - So.
Time me.
Dr. Grey... You've got a fever, high white count
- Jeff, get her out of here. - Honey, I think she's just trying to be cautious...
How's he doing, Mrs. Sullivan?
Not for long. Say good-bye, Dr. Grey.
Yeah. She died.
I know you hate me and all,
What is this?
They help define who they are.
It's always Izzie or Meredith. It's... it's never me.
Karev. Dr. Grey, I am clipping a basilar tip aneurysm. Any interest?
That--that's all that matters.
Well, you gotta get outta that relationship, immediately.
Derek found us in bed together.
Oh, this is just perfect...
You comin'?
I thought you left me for Derek.
I, um...
I left New York because of him.
No need to talk, Mr. Sullivan.
They can't can you, sweetie. You're the best salesman they got. Come on.