Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excuse me. I'm Amy Farrah Fowler. You're Sheldon Cooper.
It better defines the ambiguous period...
Thirty feet.
Look, I'm sorry.
Why? What’s life without whimsy?
Especially the whole rodeo thing.
...while the rest of it is wondering why I'm having this conversation with you.
"Oh, God."
My mother and I have the same agreement about church.
I wasn't aware that lunar ranging was her thing.
Happy now? I'm moving the dirty sock.
Now, come with me.
If it was literal, I share your aversion to soiled hosiery.
Leonard, what is that? What is that?
- The laser? - The moon.
Oh, God.
Unless you're willing to come with us to meet this girl...
Noted. Now, before this goes any further, you should know...
Fairly certain it will catch on as it fills a desperate need.
He thought you were gonna blow up the moon.
- Have they found a match for you? - Tons.
Yes. In 1917...