Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, don't! It'll kill you.

After 24 hours with no sleep, your short-term memory goes to hell.

Uh, Kelly Huang. I replaced Kelly Huang. Right there. New hire.

After 48 hours, there's blurred vision, impaired judgment...

a crazy girl walked into a bar and jabbed a glass into her own neck.

- [grunts] - Out of my way!

Older male, came in an hour ago. How'd you hear about him?

How about Riverbank Medical Center?

Trish, don't do this.

- It's okay. - I hate suicide!

Someone has to.

She just stabbed you!

Next time you collapse, try 911.

It wasn't worth it anymore.

I just... I don't want to lose you because of some bad medication. That's...

It's less people than he'd kill.

Go, go, go, go, go!

and you're complaining about having to wear a goddamn wig!

- Help! - [pounding continues]

Don't worry. I'm not just keeping you around because you have pull

See, when you ask questions like that, I start thinking that you're off.

Listen, asshole...

I know you must be confused right now, but everything's gonna be okay.

- No! God, no. - You can't hide this.

I'll get you the chef's table at Per Se. Thank you. Call us.

- Oh, my God, Trish. - [gasping]

- Did you get hurt? - [old man] What happened, miss?

I have no idea.

Stolen Childhood: The Patsy Walker Story.

Stop group-texting your location to a bunch of strangers.

I need an ambulance right away.

- I'm just trying to help you! - [footsteps approaching]

Riverbank morgue.

[rustling continues]

[pounding on door]

- They're gonna be here any minute. - [young Trish] Itchy as hell.

[Jessica sighs] God damn it.

[cell phone vibrating]

- Doc's worried about you. - [Simpson] Yeah?