Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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