Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't even know where my relationship is with Leonard now.

By the way, you try that at the junior prom, you get kicked out.

But the limbic system of your brain is calculating...

...putting on a brave face.

...but whose real talents lie in menial labor.

It's just being cooped up in this tin can for weeks on end is starting to get to me.

You survived that Weight Watchers cruise with your mom.

Howie, stop that.

Love you too. Hey, Bernie...

...until I cut out that time-suck known as playing outdoors.

It's her I have to worry about.

All right, Ms. Jensen, before we begin, may I offer you a refreshment?

Now, initially, the paper was rejected.

- I don't do drugs. - Excellent.

...it must be because he's desirable.

Well, remember the Soyuz capsule they were sending to bring us home?

How did you know about that?

Where are we going? My Limbic system wants to take your pants off!

Come on, Howard. No one's leaving you up there.

Really? Because just before you became my best friend...

From now on, "frog" is me, "sandwich" means you, and "lemon" means rocket.