Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

During the kissing?

All right. Well, off the top of my head...

They're on me today, boys.

I guess the thing to do now is, you know, pick yourself up.

You're not going to answer it?

I'm really more of a right now kind of guy.

Houston, International Space Station.

How teeny-tiny?

Great, so how'd it go with Stuart last night?

Well, it beats, "You know I'm a dude, right?"

Well, in that case, do you mind giving me some advice?

He's right. This is an important achievement for two reasons:

...suggest that Leonard is humorously mocking your efforts in space plumbing.

Maybe if you were helping, you'd feel better about yourself.

...and I made a teeny-tiny mistake on the specifications for the diverter valve.

Howard's space toilet. I'll tell you later.

Thanks, Leonard.

Anyway, I was just wondering if you had any last-minute advice.

If that contract breaks down, then all social contracts break down.

And if you don't answer the phone, we can't know.

You told me it's mind-blowing, so my mind is going into it pre-blown.

- I'm sorry. - Said the Grinch to Christmas.