Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thanks, Bernadette.

In the distance, we hear a lonesome train whistle:

Yeah, I'm here. How are you?

Oh. This time, we will be two winos living under a freeway overpass.

- What happened? - Hang on, hang on.

No, the shipment hasn't arrived and I need those shoes.

Blah, blah, blah. Vast and troubled galaxy, go.

So, what do you think?

- Out in the woods, an owl screeches... - Okay, we get it. You set the scene.

I'm the one with something interesting to say.

Okay. One of the things that might help you...

Don't let Spock take me to the future.

...that the brilliant Dr. Sheldon Cooper doesn't.

- For instance? - The first thing that comes to mind...

Apparently, if you're Sheldon, all you need to do is turn your back.

- Tell me what? - Actually, we should share the moment.

Well, I suppose everyone's entitled to their own opinion.

...as well as entertain and engage.

Okay, just read your mother's line.

I'm sorry. You'll be Spock?

...in a hydrogen atom. Ha, ha.