Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've been thinking I'm gonna hyphenate.
As a fungus, I have a terrific view growing out of a towering maple tree.
This is maid of honor, Amy Farrah Fowler...
- Thank you. - Zip it, pervert!
...and medicine for diarrhea and constipation.
Now, as a human, I appreciate Beethoven.
No.
Okay, uh, anybody else? Huh?
...to assemble them, which I don't see as likely. Hot-cha!
Okay, just to set the record straight...
Leaving his crazy bachelor days behind. He was a wild one.
I might need some help covering my share of the check.
I wish you could all be inside my head.
It's a bachelor party. There could be strippers. Wouldn't that make you jealous?
Well, I don't think she wants to talk to anyone right now.
Like three-bean salad.
Oh, my God, Howard.
Ooh, this grasshopper is kicking my ass-hopper. Ha-ha-ha.
...and he told me he lost his virginity to his cousin.
Wait a minute.
...and spent that night telling each other all our secrets.
You're upset. The convention is to bring an upset person a hot beverage.
Under the right conditions, I am capable of just really crazy stuff.
Hear, hear.