Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...putting on a brave face.
But the limbic system of your brain is calculating...
Come on, Howard. No one's leaving you up there.
Where are we going? My Limbic system wants to take your pants off!
Hey, Bernie.
Really? Because just before you became my best friend...
I don't even know where my relationship is with Leonard now.
...but whose real talents lie in menial labor.
From now on, "frog" is me, "sandwich" means you, and "lemon" means rocket.
What's wrong?
You survived that Weight Watchers cruise with your mom.
- I don't do drugs. - Excellent.
...until I cut out that time-suck known as playing outdoors.
All right, Ms. Jensen, before we begin, may I offer you a refreshment?
It's just being cooped up in this tin can for weeks on end is starting to get to me.
It's her I have to worry about.
Well, remember the Soyuz capsule they were sending to bring us home?
...it must be because he's desirable.
Howie, stop that.
By the way, you try that at the junior prom, you get kicked out.
Love you too. Hey, Bernie...
Now, initially, the paper was rejected.
How did you know about that?