Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Priya's going back to India. - Irrelevant.
I would have slept in my own bed, but it was being used to bring shame to my family.
It's still no reason for me to have to listen to you...
Per our roommate agreement, kindly refrain from raucous laughter...
If I roll down the windows in the car, everything's peachy.
Okay, ahem, explain something to me.
Eh, until you have kids.
What are you doing here?
Amy, I've never been touched like this before.
Now, the apartment has three emergency exits...
- Now shoo. - Fine.
Milk in the taters, milk in the gravy, Parmesan crust.
One of them is bound to screw up, then I'll tell my parents about you.
- You want to split that with me? - Oh, no, no, no, he doesn't.
I screwed up.
I'll get the sheets and blankets for the couch.
Sea bass. I'll have the sea bass.
Also, you're tasked with bringing home all takeout dinners.
Which Leonard was too cool to wear.
In the meantime, I have some paperwork here for you to go over.
All right.
It's a good thing.
Why? He's in my bed, why can't I be in his?
...you might wanna watch your waistline.
Oh, you heard.