Grey's Anatomy

Renegades. Rule breakers. Gangsters with scalpels.

This is the way we like to think of ourselves.

It makes us feel badass,

sexy.

Can you wash this, too?

Jackson.

Is there anywhere you don't do it?

No?

We should go upstairs.

Yeah.

Problem is, it's not exactly true.

At heart, we're rule followers, sheep.

We don't break protocol. We follow it to a "T."

Why is there a trailer in my parking spot?

Is one of these yours? My bad.

You're living here,

in a trailer in the parking lot?

Well, I'm in the race for chief resident, you know?

I get to the surgeries first. I'm here when the chief arrives.

Just get the thing out of my spot.

Okay? And move my car.

Because if we don't follow protocol,

our patients die.

And then we're no longer badass.

We're just bad.

When are the two of you finally getting married?

Um, Meredith and Derek already got married, honey. Remember?

I know that. They wrote on a post-it.

I meant a real wedding...

in a church, with a white dress.

This isn't Alzheimer's, Richard.

Adele, the tests we ran last month

showed findings consistent with early-onset Alzheimer's.

I was a nurse for 30 years, Derek.

I know what Alzheimer's looks like.

I also know that 20% of the people

that are diagnosed with it turn out to have something else.

I don't have Alzheimer's. I don't.

So a lot of patients need time

to come to terms with their diagnosis.

The same thing happened to my mother.

We don't have time.

Derek, we need to get Adele in on your trial right now.

We need her consent to even consider her.

Look, I'll take care of that. Don't worry.

We don't even know if she fits the criteria.

And the trial is full. Even the waiting list is full.

I know all of that. I also know that

you'll do whatever you need to do to help my wife.

Everything looks fine. Right on track for 23 and a half weeks.

- How's his size? - Oh, Mark.

It's okay. I'm used to that trick.

Its size is within the norm.

Come on. We're here. You know you want to know.

No, no, no, no. You want to know.

- We prefer an element of surprise. - Callie?

Mark, we voted. 2-to-1. We're waiting.

Uh, your B.P. is borderline high. Are you feeling okay?

Oh, yeah, no. That's the nerves about the baby shower.

Ah. Yeah, it's like, um, it's like Christmas morning.

You are way too excited about this.

Hey, I have bought expensive gifts and played stupid games

for every knocked-up nurse in this place.

Now it's my turn.

You're coming, right?

Arizona, you invite the O.B.

The fate of my vagina's in her hands.

Yeah. Um, 1:00 P.M., fourth floor doctor's lounge.

I'll see if I can make it.

I'll make it.

What's that about?

Oh, the chief's in the bathroom. With an audience?

His trial funding came through this morning,

- and they all want on it. - Door's opening!

Quiet! Quiet! I haven't made my decision yet.

Oh, get out of the way.

Stalking a man while he's in the restroom?

I'd clean the restroom if he'd let me on this trial.

I'd live in it.

You are surgeons. If you want to impress the chief,

impress him surgically.

Avery, you're with me.

So you've been all buddy-buddy with Webber lately.

I am staying out of it, but you...

You are very beautiful.

Oh, screw beautiful. I'm brilliant.

If you want to appease me, compliment my brain.

Okay.

Ah, Sonya. You ready for the big day?

You bet.

Try to shave as little of my head as possible.

It's hard enough dating with Alzheimer's.

I can't be bald, too.

I promise. You must be Tarik.

Congratulations on the marathon, by the way.

- You didn't. - He's not like other doctors.

He's actually interested in his patients.

Yeah, I heard you just moved back from London.

Yeah, I came as soon as you accepted us into the trial.

I can't thank you enough.

No, I'm glad you're here. Thank you.

All right, I'm gonna let Dr. Grey get on with her work,

and I'll see you in a little bit.

Okay, Mrs. Amin, I'm going to say three words to you

and ask you to repeat them back to me later.

Truck. Cabin. Spoon.

Truck. Cabin. Spoon.

Okay.

Uh, what did you do for Thanksgiving last year?

Oh! I was in London visiting Tarik.

What? Why? Is that wrong?

Last year, you were at the Simmons', remember?

No. I was with you and Gavin in London.

I have that picture outside the palace.

That was three years ago, mom, before we broke up.

You really should call him.

He broke up with me. We're not getting back together.

Sorry. Out of all the things she can't remember,

she still remembers the ex.

Okay, starting at 100, count backwards by 7.

100.

93.

Good morning, Clara.

- Good's kind of pushing it. - I hear you.

- Uh, Dr. Avery. - Clara Green... 42, type 1 diabetic.

Eight weeks post-op from a tumor resection.

You know what? No, I'm sorry. I can't listen to the kid today.

- I would like to hear from the grown-up doctor. - Sean.

I don't want to hear from the stupid kid anymore!

I want answers.

Okay, Sean, um, I know it's incredibly frustrating...

You don't know. My kids are in Iowa living with my parents.

Okay, I barely survived that house,

now I'm inflicting it on my kids?

Diabetes is a bear of an illness.

Now the tumor removal was successful,

but we knew it could be tough

getting the insulin levels on track,

and, yeah, it has been tough.

Well, that's not good enough anymore.

We are doing everything...

Sean, she's doing better than any of us expected.

You remember when we talked about how

she might not make it through the surgery?

Dr. Bailey said she was prepared to roll the dice,

but surgery was a gamble.

Clara rocked it.

And if she can do that, she can do anything.

You need any help today?

Robbins has her baby shower, so I'm free.

I still don't like you, Karev.

Dude.

Good-bye.

I just finished recasting the O'Connor girl.

Did you still need me to change Jason Cook's drain?

Nope. All done.

So you can handle the rest of the patients, right?

- I think we got a thoracentesis in there. - Really?

Yeah. Thank you.

- We're on for tonight, 7:00 reservation? - Oh, you know it.

All right.

You're gonna screw your way to the top. I'm impressed.

- I am not screwing Stark. - I am not screwing Stark.

- We're not even dating. - We're not even dating.

I'm serious. We're not.

Okay, maybe I thought we were at first.

But it's not like that now. We're just hanging out.

- We're friends. - Yeah, naked friends.

What do you have?

Jogger found unconscious on the street. No I.D.

- Dr. Yang's running the code. - Okay.

- He's in V-fib. - Okay.

Clear.

You had chest pain, so you decided to go for a jog?

Ow! Oh. Sorry.

- How much morphine did you give him? - 10.

He shouldn't be in this much pain.

- Give him more. - So what is this, a heart attack?

- 'Cause it sure feels like one. - I don't know.

We're gonna have to run some tests to find out.

A jog?!

Hey, it's not like I went out for a cheeseburger.

Her name is Clara Green. Now I know it's premature,

but I was thinking she could be a candidate for your trial.

Look, I still don't have approval from the FDA, Bailey.

Sir, these people are desperate.

If we could just make them first on the list

to give 'em something to look forward to.

Well, why not just do the surgery today?

Avery, just because a patient called you a stupid kid

doesn't mean you should act like one.

She can't even take immunosuppressants

without risking her tumor coming back.

She's deteriorating by the hour.

Why not apply for an emergency waiver?

Because if something goes wrong during the surgery,

then it would kill the chief's chance for getting approval.

- Sir, her kids are stuck in Iowa... - Dr. Avery...

With their grandparents, who are mean, sir.

Chief, Dr. Altman's paging you.