Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A minute on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.
I study the brain, the organ responsible for Beethoven's "Fifth Symphony."
...I do a live web chat called Apartment Talk on Tuesday nights.
What is this?
- All right. - Now push your third finger...
What?
Rotating.
Why?
...at this pharmaceutical company?
If you're gonna be a trophy husband for a rich wife...
This says you can make "end of life" decisions for me.
- Don't bother, I'll sleep in Leonard's room. - No, I can't authorize that.
My new roommate is bending over backwards...
Yes, I relish the thought of a stranger covering my body with oil and rubbing it.
Wow! So that means you're a doctor, you're a doctor...
Oh, God.
...will be to drive me to and from work, the comic book store, the barber shop...
He was replaced by a superior species.
You?
"Oh, Krishna, I've got to get me some of that"?
Bernadette, that's great.