Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thanks.
Okay, assuming we could dance, which we can't...
Okay, I'll go pack my stuff.
Okay, this cereal has lost all its molecular integrity.
Gosh. He's kind of a sore loser, isn't he?
Mm. There's my little engine that could.
- She's gone, Sheldon. - Oh.
I'm pretty sure my anger is with you.
That's right. Go back to Babylon, you whore.
Look, why don't we play tomorrow?
Well, for Penny, it's dancing night.
Let me walk you through it.
That's okay, keep it.
You have a problem with this.
Okay, since I'm obviously being ignored here, let's go over the morning schedule.
As far as I know, sex has not been upgraded...
Hypoallergenic.
She'll have sex with anyone as long as they keep buying her things.
If you'll excuse me, I have some bar mitzvah bonds to cash.
No eliminations.
Penny, you're always welcome to stay with us.
When Tirsa goes to watch spooky stuff You can't go out. It's Delta time.
With Wolowitz spending all of his time with your friend Christy--
Okay. No reductions.
- Sheldon, you just can't dictate-- - No more talking. Everybody go.
Ecch.
Well, um, Howard and Christy are kind of hooking up in my bedroom.
Son of a bitch. Med-pack! I need a med-pack!
There are myriad weapons, vehicles and strategies to master...
Wait, Sheldon, come back. You forgot something.
What is that, like a Mexican deli?
What fresh hell is this?
Both: - Shut up, Howard!