Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If this one under or over-softens, I'll need time to make things right.
Exactly the same.
It is. You just kind of put a damper on things when you said:
Oh, we know what's causing that, don't we?
It's easy. The spider's crawling up your arm.
- I love your heart locket, Bernadette. - Oh, thanks. Howard gave it to me.
Coitus. It means intercourse.
That's not your lunch, Sheldon. Those are the cadaver brain specimens.
I'm suggesting there might be something you could do...
...in descending order of likelihood...
Isn't tomorrow your usual laundry night?
Now, put your hand in the jar or forever be revealed as my sidekick.
Rule 34: If it exists, there is porn of it. No exceptions.
I'd be happy to create a chart and participate in a differential diagnosis.
Good grief, it's like trying to talk to a dolphin.
- Why? - Oh.
Amy Farrah Fowler.
And the answer was Zack, correct?
Look at this stamp.
Ears and genitalia.
Heh? Heh? Did I lie?
Aren't you slicing that man's brain a little too thin?
Are you monitoring your circadian rhythms...