Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Please, I am very hung-over...
Wait a minute, what are you talking about? What inappropriate behavior?
To comfort you, of course.
You know, Leonard did not wanna tell you we were dating.
Mm, I want that too.
Wait, wait, wait. When did you send my mom notes on a paper?
It means the depression that arises from comparing the world as it is...
I do.
Oh, sounds festive. Did you at least give presents?
Leonard, what you're experiencing is a classic Jungian crisis...
Thank you for taking me to the airport.
Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.
- Really? Why not? - Mm, in my family...
When were you gonna tell me?
- Yes, dear. - I'm over it.
That is fascinating.
Okay, it's lame when I say it, it's ridiculous when you pile on.
You're kidding, right? It's a bust of Sir Isaac Newton.
- No, he doesn't. - I understand.
I do not. But if you insist on decorating a spider-infested fire hazard in my home...
What is it?
Your "check engine" light is on.
...they induced neighborhood-wide seizures.
Which one?
Mitzy's Dead?
I just love decorating the Christmas tree, it makes me feel like a little girl again.
Come on, I mean, you're not upset that your marriage is over?
- You were intoxicated. - Thank you.