Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

Well, it's surprisingly painful.

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

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

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

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

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

You can do surgery in here.

[printer whirs]

You realize this is insane.

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

- What? - Steve, hi. Cristina.

which could result in brain damage.

So you officially signed your contract. Congratulations.

Hey. I've been looking for you.

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

[dog barks in distance]

We're OK, right?

I'll just get the tea.

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

Good. Good. Good.

[Cristina] So, this is where you live?

Your boyfriend gave you a key to his place?

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

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

You want better, and you deserve better.

911. I'm sorry.

[gasping, groaning]

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

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

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

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

Over here, Lucy.

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

Hello, everybody, what's up?

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