Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait. How do I carry it if I'm on my hands and knees?
- ln the lab? - Yes.
All right, you're close enough to Sheldon's room. Deploy the sensor.
My spare glasses are in my bedroom, on my dresser, next to my bat signal.
...with my lower intestine playing the part of Czechoslovakia.
Here. Swab my throat.
- The living room appears to be empty. - Okay. He must be in his bedroom.
No, problem. Welcome home.
Really? Never?
If I stand, I'll vomit.
That's a negatory.
We'll be your eyes.
Leonard.
What do you see? I can't see anything.
Me neither. Why don't you do it?
- Well, who's calling at this ungodly hour? - I don't know.
All right, well, get some rest and drink plenty of fluids.
How about Lasik?
Well, my mother used to make me this split-pea...
Sheldon, what do you want?
He says he's afraid he'll pass out on the bus and someone will harvest his organs.
No, my mom had to fly back to Texas to help my dad...
Boy, it's good to be back.
Neither am I. Why don't you do it?
No, I can't do it. What if I can't see anything?
- Hey, guys. - Hey.
Well, let me tell you something.
Sheldon, relax. She doesn't have any symptoms.
We have chicken, tortilla and potato leek.
What the hell are you doing?
Huh.