Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yeah, I'm starved. When you spend all day in a bio lab...
I'm sorry.
If outside is so good...
I'm a lost Indian boy far from home...
I always thought that was some sort of after-Christmas sale.
My Saddle Rager hands signed by Stan Lee and Lauren Faust.
...much less one that's linked to race riots in the 1940s.
- What do you say? - I don't say anything.
Don't worry, we're planning to have sex right on the salad bar.
"Seven p.m. to 10 p.m., Norton Hall Multipurpose Room...
Well, I suppose. Come in.
Knew you were gonna do that. Doesn't make me psychic.
- No. I'm looking for a hookup. - Oh, yes.
And what is my function as wingman?
We're gonna make out back here.
What? Seriously?
And right there, in the little triple intersection...
Oh, boy.
Well, I understand there are several types of artificial women.
No, I'm sorry. I really am.
Thanks for giving me your limited edition Green Lantern lantern.
Hey.
What does that tell you?
The world is filled with people doing things outside.
Hey, that's pretty cool. What is it?
Maybe some of us should stop talking altogether.
It's a limited edition Green Lantern lantern.
...I use my imagination.
- Saying I don't have an open mind? - No. Let me help you with this stuff.
I'll sleep in Leonard's room. Good night.
- Would you like to try some? - Yeah, sure.
Yes. I mean, actual women are the best.
The Zoot Suit Riots.
- What the hell is eighth base? - Seventh base with shirt off.