Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Sheldon, you just can't dictate-- - No more talking. Everybody go.
When Tirsa goes to watch spooky stuff You can't go out. It's Delta time.
Okay, I'll go pack my stuff.
What fresh hell is this?
Okay, since I'm obviously being ignored here, let's go over the morning schedule.
Mm. There's my little engine that could.
Let me walk you through it.
Well, for Penny, it's dancing night.
Son of a bitch. Med-pack! I need a med-pack!
There are myriad weapons, vehicles and strategies to master...
Okay, this cereal has lost all its molecular integrity.
As far as I know, sex has not been upgraded...
You have a problem with this.
Penny, you're always welcome to stay with us.
Ecch.
She'll have sex with anyone as long as they keep buying her things.
I'm pretty sure my anger is with you.
Thanks.
Gosh. He's kind of a sore loser, isn't he?
With Wolowitz spending all of his time with your friend Christy--
- She's gone, Sheldon. - Oh.
Both: - Shut up, Howard!
What is that, like a Mexican deli?
Well, um, Howard and Christy are kind of hooking up in my bedroom.
Hypoallergenic.
That's right. Go back to Babylon, you whore.
Look, why don't we play tomorrow?
That's okay, keep it.
If you'll excuse me, I have some bar mitzvah bonds to cash.
No eliminations.
Okay, assuming we could dance, which we can't...
Wait, Sheldon, come back. You forgot something.
Okay. No reductions.