Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, there's kind of an obvious solution here. Get up.
Yes!
I believe the back-scratching metaphor describes a quid pro quo situation...
I had to take her to the laser clinic.
- Where did my cashew chicken come from? - Golden Dragon.
That's a lot of shoes you ordered.
Okay, okay, how about this?
The whole thing froze. I don't know what happened.
Raj, Howard and Leslie flank to the right behind the rocks.
...and that's unfair.
...for some failing to attend Physics department paintball strategy meeting.
What about the creek bed?
No, not at all.
I thought that might take his mind off the cushion.
Yeah, okay, but what's with the back scratching and the meow?
- Get out. - Bye.