Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

One of their experimental physicists dropped out and I recommended you.

I looked her in the eye, smiled and said, "I'm happy for you."

We might as well go ahead and eat. She's not coming back any time soon.

I pushed too hard. I'm sorry.

- Oh, that's awful. - Not really. My shirt was soaking wet.

And I'm from India, so I know how to do it.

...we can e-mail and I think the phone connections are good.

Well, do you really think I have a shot?

Tell her how much you hate being put on the spot. Go ahead, tell her.

So listen, do you remember when I said the similarities...

- Thank you. - It must've killed you when I went to space.

It did not kill me when you went to space.

I pretend everyone I meet is a beloved character from Star Trek.

Sheldon, sweetie, shut up.

Hey. I'm coming back from the airport. I wanted to see how you're doing.

You know how it is, girls, always fussing about their hair, their makeup, she'll be here.

Calm down, Bernie, you're very scary.

You ripped out your own fake blond hair.

I'm kind of like Sinatra.

- I have ajob. - Yes, he does. He caters to my every whim.

...pick up a pen and get it all out in my journal. I mean...

...I miss her already.

And B, more importantly, I was the outsider to this group...

I hope four months apart doesn't change anything.