Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So how you doing?
- Hello. - Whoa, is that the laser? It's bitchen.
So last night was fun, huh?
- Hey. - Sorry, I didn't know you were busy.
So menus.
Not necessarily in that order.
...I've hidden the dirty sock from the roof somewhere in your apartment.
What's Life without a little whimsy?
His blood boiled with mating lust.
The fact that we can do this is the only way of definitively proving...
No, think about it. We make it an experiment.
What’s life without whimsy?
- I don't drink coffee. - All right, you can have a hot chocolate.
But it's true.
I'm really starting to think there's a double standard here.
As I will not be engaging in this nonsense, my choice of beverage is moot.
You remember when we used to have sex...
Billions of dollars have gone into inventing the Internet...
- I'll help you. - Thank you.
Yes, but "him" doesn't even know about "her."
Leonard, what're you doing here?
Relax, it's just a dirty sock.
Okay, what if I were to tell you...
- Horse. - What?
In a few minutes, when I gloat over the failure of this enterprise...
That's a buzzinga, right?
Counting this instance? Three hundred seventeen.