Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I possess the DNA of Áine Cain???
This one. Let's go.
You'd have to drive a railroad spike into his brain for me to beat him at checkers.
It's a Saturnalia miracle.
Then I'll look up the price of her gift online...
Call me a geek, but I am just nuts for the whole subatomic-particle thing.
She knows you. She's tense. We all are. Buy a basket.
Really? Why would you say that?
- Uh-huh. - Oh. Is it okay?
Now Raj.
It is, isn't it?
- Okay. Let's go. - All right.
Why is that so surprising?
All I need is a healthy ovum and I can grow my own Leonard Nimoy.
Oh, a napkin.
Because a smart guy takes the nude photos of his wife off his cell phone...
Mm. Great news, Leonard. I've solved my Penny gift dilemma.
Gentlemen?
I have two words for you. The first is "big," the other's "whoop."
...that you'd be able to give me a hand?
I told you before, bears are terrifying.
It's as if my head were trapped in the pajamas of a sultan.
You got a scented candle, a cleansing buff.
Not letting the bike fall on you while standing still is lesson one.
His observation of high-energy positrons has provided the first evidence...
Here.
Now Sheldon.
- Where were you? - I was working with Dave Underhill.
Well, it's just that the physicists I know are indoors-y and pale.
Okay. He's invited for dinner in the bottle city of Kandor.
Before dinner, his host says, "Who's up for Kryptonian tetherball?"