Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wish you could all be inside my head.
Ooh, this grasshopper is kicking my ass-hopper. Ha-ha-ha.
Like three-bean salad.
...to assemble them, which I don't see as likely. Hot-cha!
Oh, my God, Howard.
Leaving his crazy bachelor days behind. He was a wild one.
Wait a minute.
As a fungus, I have a terrific view growing out of a towering maple tree.
Okay, just to set the record straight...
Okay, uh, anybody else? Huh?
...and spent that night telling each other all our secrets.
I've been thinking I'm gonna hyphenate.
It's a bachelor party. There could be strippers. Wouldn't that make you jealous?
Now, as a human, I appreciate Beethoven.
I might need some help covering my share of the check.
No.
...and medicine for diarrhea and constipation.
Well, I don't think she wants to talk to anyone right now.
Under the right conditions, I am capable of just really crazy stuff.
...and he told me he lost his virginity to his cousin.
- Thank you. - Zip it, pervert!
This is maid of honor, Amy Farrah Fowler...
You're upset. The convention is to bring an upset person a hot beverage.
Hear, hear.