Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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