The viscera were not removed.

You ought to have your inside photographed.

I'm insane, I'm dirty!

The daughters wrest the stomach out, and stuff it wi' entrails.

When I look into my heart, I see trees this is actually an image of a real heart there are trees in our hearts, there are trees in your hearts.

I should wash my hands.

My heart was three and a half sizes too big.

Giblets a

There's a nobility of real, hands on, dirt under your fingernails work.

Chicken guts? Yeah.

Chicken guts.

I act only when disembowelment is to our satisfaction.

Now you can see it start. We're injecting the contrast into the organ into this decellularized liver.

So heart is filtered out, so I can see if I'm curious about that.

I was just getting some clothes ready to go to the cleaners.

Masakatsu now goes to meet Jinnai.

So basically now we're eating yeast sweats sweat, burps and starch guts.

It's called sheep's organs.

Bright entrails.

I'm a decent taxpayer, and no dirty, rotten...

I got, maybe, one tenth a normal heart.

And we actually looked through all their organs and tried to figure out what was going on.

We'd better go inside. Your friend Hennessy is watching us.

Go on, take it. It's dirty anyway.

On the cardiac side, pacemakers are getting smaller and much easier to place so you don't need to train an interventional cardiologist to place them.

Would you mind getting out of here? I don't want any dirty, lying sneaks in my room.

To bed with you, dirty mutt.

I'm dirty, but not that bad!

She's filthy! Get her outta here! All she needs is a coat of paint and a few bolts, honest.

We perfuse the outside of the liver with the patient's own liver cells.

Liver, lungs, heads, tails, kidneys, testicles, all of these things which are traditional, delicious and nutritious parts of our gastronomy go to waste. Offal consumption has halved in Britain and America in the last 30 years.

Heart all right? Excellent.

It's a dirty job, but I pay clean money for it.

Tom had a heart attack last year.

Though not about his bowels yet.

And in my sinful heart a small joy arose.

And he's sitting there in front of the Haptic device, the force feedback system, and he's moving his pen towards the heart, and the heart is now beating in front of him, so he can see how the heart is beating.

In your fat gut this time.

He's not that badly wounded.

This is a figure from an editorial that I published in the European Heart Journal this last summer.

Cathy, go wash! I don't want your father to see you in that dress.

But what happened when we looked inside the pig's heart, to the electrogram?

I was looking to get rid of the plates and dirty glasses.

The only trouble is the chicken guts.

Why, that's sure death.