Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In college, it was the heady combo of youth, tequila, and, well, you know.

Well, then, was it me? Was it something I did?

- Friend? Doyle? - Right. You don't have any friends.

Oh, really? You'd give Burke an enema?

- That means no more water. - I'm thirsty.

Hello, everybody, what's up?

So you officially signed your contract. Congratulations.

[gasping, groaning]

You can do surgery in here.

We're OK, right?

[dog barks in distance]

- know about your problems. - I'm a hotshot doctor.

Dorie, you're fine. You're going to be fine.

911. I'm sorry.

Six months of magazines I know I'll never read, but I won't throw out.

Good. Good. Good.

Yes, I am. You've done your reading, Dorie.

[printer whirs]

Well, I don't know, but I'm determined to be optimistic.

We'll be the same with the girls. We're ready.

You realize this is insane.

Well, it's surprisingly painful.

Hey. I've been looking for you.

which could result in brain damage.

I'm gonna at least think about making fun of him when I see him.

It's OK. I'm used to it. I just really wanted a girl.

My assistant, Doyle, says I passed out and hit my head.

[Meredith] How do you know how much is too much?

Over here, Lucy.

Dorie, the OR is prepped and ready to go. Where's Tom?

We have four-year-old boys. Adam, Oliver, and Graham.

You want better, and you deserve better.

I'll just get the tea.

Your boyfriend gave you a key to his place?

- What? - You know, he didn't... He...

- What? - Steve, hi. Cristina.

Why is it a key? Are we feeling existential this morning?

[Cristina] So, this is where you live?