Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, problem. Welcome home.
No, I can't do it. What if I can't see anything?
He says he's afraid he'll pass out on the bus and someone will harvest his organs.
...with my lower intestine playing the part of Czechoslovakia.
What the hell are you doing?
Wait. How do I carry it if I'm on my hands and knees?
- The living room appears to be empty. - Okay. He must be in his bedroom.
My spare glasses are in my bedroom, on my dresser, next to my bat signal.
Leonard.
Me neither. Why don't you do it?
No, my mom had to fly back to Texas to help my dad...
We have chicken, tortilla and potato leek.
All right, you're close enough to Sheldon's room. Deploy the sensor.
Huh.
Well, my mother used to make me this split-pea...
- Well, who's calling at this ungodly hour? - I don't know.
Well, let me tell you something.
Boy, it's good to be back.
What do you see? I can't see anything.
Really? Never?
How about Lasik?
Here. Swab my throat.
Sheldon, relax. She doesn't have any symptoms.
All right, well, get some rest and drink plenty of fluids.
Sheldon, what do you want?
If I stand, I'll vomit.
- Hey, guys. - Hey.
We'll be your eyes.
- ln the lab? - Yes.
That's a negatory.
Neither am I. Why don't you do it?