Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What? - I was going to get my mail.
It was a lot of work to accommodate you in my life.
No. Why, do you?
Interesting. I'll have to have you over for spaghetti some night.
Aw, we really need to get you a girl.
I was gonna do that.
I gave up the other five hot dogs to a real dog.
Leonard never cooks for me.
But that has judgmental overtones, so I'll hold that in reserve.
Mm, mm, mm.
A real big dog.
Yes, but I rephrased it to avoid offending the ho's.
Me neither.
And don't let him go on Space Mountain after he eats.
We had dinner last night.
Satellites are down. Solar flares.
I'm sure Martha Stewart never got naked...
- There are no solar flares now. - Yes, there are.
The point is, in a situation like this, you gotta pick sides.
Just making dinner conversation.
Are you hoping to get it telepathically?
You and I are still friends, and you stop saying coitus.
Thank you, Penny.
Sheldon and the Hell Hound.
You're taking him to Disneyland?
Okay, then you can take him for shoes.
- What the hell was that about? - I don't know.
Everyone.
For an hour and a half?