Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're just coitusing with me, aren't you?

Well, maybe that's because Leonard can't cook.

Oh, I believe that was something else I wasn't supposed to mention.

- Which way are you going? - I parked my scooter down the block.

Sometimes your lack of social skills astonishes me.

Yeah. That's why he's been whining...

So would Ben Affleck.

Well, I definitely smell raw hot dog.

Good night, Leonard.

That's Italian.

All right, say hello to your mother for me.

I don't wanna do it. You can do it.

- I can come back. - Don't be silly.

I don't wanna bring home a nice dinner for him and see it go to waste.

- Used to it yet? - Nope.

Sheldon, I don't care if you wanna be friends with Penny.

I shall. Have a nice scoot.

Or "fornication." Yeah...

- Let's go. - Hold on.

Will you cut up hot dogs into little chunks and mix them in with the sauce?

- Well, good. - I'm also pleased to report...

- Which one picks last? - What?

Dude, I'm an astrophysicist. If there were solar flares, I'd be all up in it.

- How's Leonard doing? - He seems all right...

And as I have no plans to eat with any other team...

Don't let Goofy near him.