Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, do we have to suffer...
who's filling in for carla? atut.
I really didn't wanna do this...
Salad.
I talked to Sheldon and he feels terrible.
She keeps sitting in my spot.
It's totally gonna be Summer.
With her head in the lap of--
She's taller than all the women in my family combined.
God bless you, Google Street View registered trademark.
A.k.a. the future Mrs. Howard Wolowitz.
I don't care. I was in junior rodeo. I can hogtie and castrate him in 60 seconds.
- Leonard, she's in my spot. - Yeah, yeah.
Never mind. Never mind. That's not important.
- To do what? - Party with the pretty girls, dude.
Telephone wires can't electrocute you, can they?
The big deal is that nobody touches food on my plate.
And for our suddenly-back-on-the-Hindu-wagon Raj...
I dare you.
I'm banished?
...to three square miles in the Hollywood Hills.
Oh!
Okay, let me guess.
Oh, worf. Nice.
Mua-ha-ha.