Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sheldon and the Hell Hound.

- There are no solar flares now. - Yes, there are.

Okay, then you can take him for shoes.

No. Why, do you?

I was gonna do that.

- What? - I was going to get my mail.

It was a lot of work to accommodate you in my life.

You're taking him to Disneyland?

Aw, we really need to get you a girl.

Yes, but I rephrased it to avoid offending the ho's.

You and I are still friends, and you stop saying coitus.

Just making dinner conversation.

The point is, in a situation like this, you gotta pick sides.

I gave up the other five hot dogs to a real dog.

But that has judgmental overtones, so I'll hold that in reserve.

A real big dog.

For an hour and a half?

Thank you, Penny.

Interesting. I'll have to have you over for spaghetti some night.

Leonard never cooks for me.

I'm sure Martha Stewart never got naked...

Are you hoping to get it telepathically?

And don't let him go on Space Mountain after he eats.

Satellites are down. Solar flares.

- What the hell was that about? - I don't know.

We had dinner last night.