Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a good thing.
Milk in the taters, milk in the gravy, Parmesan crust.
- Now shoo. - Fine.
Per our roommate agreement, kindly refrain from raucous laughter...
Oh, you heard.
All right.
Also, you're tasked with bringing home all takeout dinners.
Which Leonard was too cool to wear.
If I roll down the windows in the car, everything's peachy.
- You want to split that with me? - Oh, no, no, no, he doesn't.
It's still no reason for me to have to listen to you...
What are you doing here?
- Priya's going back to India. - Irrelevant.
Why? He's in my bed, why can't I be in his?
Okay, ahem, explain something to me.
...you might wanna watch your waistline.
Sea bass. I'll have the sea bass.
Eh, until you have kids.
Amy, I've never been touched like this before.
I'll get the sheets and blankets for the couch.
One of them is bound to screw up, then I'll tell my parents about you.
Now, the apartment has three emergency exits...
I screwed up.
I would have slept in my own bed, but it was being used to bring shame to my family.
In the meantime, I have some paperwork here for you to go over.