Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Heh. Of course.
In my bedroom you'll find a model rocket. I want you to bring it back to your place.
This is humiliating. What was wrong with diapers?"
Maybe you should talk to someone.
Here's your frozen yogurt, Dr. Cooper.
...unless you're Stephen Hawking, his mother, or himself from the future.
Now I can quit my paper route.
Ooh.
Flattery will not get you this job, Ms. Jensen.
Dr. Cooper's office.
- High-energy lasers. - Ooh, military?
I'm Alex, Dr. Cooper's new assistant.
Not yet, but I can remove unwanted hair from 2 miles away.
I'm sorry, he's asked me to hold all calls...
- Do you work with Dr. Hofstadter? - In a way.
You were right. I had nothing to worry about.
If my new look leads to phone sex...
I'm so excited to be working with...
Okay, here it is.
And forgive my crude penmanship. I didn't start typing until I was 6.
A marijuana cigarette?
Oh, sure.
...that if another woman is attracted to Leonard...
Better. Much better.