Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You got a scented candle, a cleansing buff.
Now Raj.
Why is that so surprising?
Here.
All I need is a healthy ovum and I can grow my own Leonard Nimoy.
I told you before, bears are terrifying.
You'd have to drive a railroad spike into his brain for me to beat him at checkers.
Call me a geek, but I am just nuts for the whole subatomic-particle thing.
Then I'll look up the price of her gift online...
His observation of high-energy positrons has provided the first evidence...
I have two words for you. The first is "big," the other's "whoop."
- Uh-huh. - Oh. Is it okay?
Mm. Great news, Leonard. I've solved my Penny gift dilemma.
I possess the DNA of Áine Cain???
...that you'd be able to give me a hand?
Not letting the bike fall on you while standing still is lesson one.
Now Sheldon.
Before dinner, his host says, "Who's up for Kryptonian tetherball?"
Because a smart guy takes the nude photos of his wife off his cell phone...
Well, it's just that the physicists I know are indoors-y and pale.
Gentlemen?
It's a Saturnalia miracle.
- Where were you? - I was working with Dave Underhill.
This one. Let's go.
Okay. He's invited for dinner in the bottle city of Kandor.
Really? Why would you say that?
It's as if my head were trapped in the pajamas of a sultan.
- Okay. Let's go. - All right.
Oh, a napkin.
She knows you. She's tense. We all are. Buy a basket.
It is, isn't it?