Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

we/re gonna have sex!
The dating site matched a woman with Sheldon.
Most of it is being applied to unraveling secrets of universe...
Oh, yeah, tonight's not great for me.
- Holy crap. - What?
Yeah, look. Breasts and everything.
FYI, my noise-canceling headphones proved ineffective last night.
- Since when? - I'll show you a picture...
He is right, though.
Don't worry about the moon. We set our laser to stun.
Who's going to tell whom about what?
Screw you, guys. I'm gonna go see if she's home.
...that there are man-made objects on the moon...
Twelve, if you count the ones who showed up and left.
...tomorrow at 4:30, you could meet a woman...
So, listen, what are you doing tomorrow afternoon?
GOOD GOD WHAT HAVE WE DONE?
- What? - It's a time of day I invented.
May I buy you a beverage?
Bummer.
...put there by a species that only 60 years before...
Hi, Leslie.
I tell you, this is my new Grey's Anatomy.
- You don't know we're wrong yet. - Haughty derision it is.
Well, mission accomplished.
Damn you, you rat bastard.
I was a perfectly happy, geeky, little lonely guy...
He didn't find a wife.