Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Horse. - What?
Counting this instance? Three hundred seventeen.
Okay, what if I were to tell you...
That's a buzzinga, right?
Billions of dollars have gone into inventing the Internet...
But it's true.
As I will not be engaging in this nonsense, my choice of beverage is moot.
- I'll help you. - Thank you.
So last night was fun, huh?
...I've hidden the dirty sock from the roof somewhere in your apartment.
- Hello. - Whoa, is that the laser? It's bitchen.
I'm really starting to think there's a double standard here.
You remember when we used to have sex...
So how you doing?
What's Life without a little whimsy?
Leonard, what're you doing here?
- I don't drink coffee. - All right, you can have a hot chocolate.
Relax, it's just a dirty sock.
No, think about it. We make it an experiment.
What’s life without whimsy?
So menus.
- Hey. - Sorry, I didn't know you were busy.
Yes, but "him" doesn't even know about "her."
The fact that we can do this is the only way of definitively proving...
His blood boiled with mating lust.
In a few minutes, when I gloat over the failure of this enterprise...
Not necessarily in that order.