Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's Italian.

You're just coitusing with me, aren't you?

- How's Leonard doing? - He seems all right...

I don't wanna do it. You can do it.

- Let's go. - Hold on.

I shall. Have a nice scoot.

- I can come back. - Don't be silly.

Or "fornication." Yeah...

Will you cut up hot dogs into little chunks and mix them in with the sauce?

- Which one picks last? - What?

Oh, I believe that was something else I wasn't supposed to mention.

Well, I definitely smell raw hot dog.

Sheldon, I don't care if you wanna be friends with Penny.

Don't let Goofy near him.

And as I have no plans to eat with any other team...

- Used to it yet? - Nope.

So would Ben Affleck.

- Which way are you going? - I parked my scooter down the block.

I don't wanna bring home a nice dinner for him and see it go to waste.

- Well, good. - I'm also pleased to report...

Well, maybe that's because Leonard can't cook.

Dude, I'm an astrophysicist. If there were solar flares, I'd be all up in it.

Sometimes your lack of social skills astonishes me.

Good night, Leonard.

All right, say hello to your mother for me.

Yeah. That's why he's been whining...