Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Unlikely...
Oh, Howard, I can't believe Bernadette let you go to a fancy party wearing a dickey.
My stature intimidates her...
If he'd have read any of the 1300 e-mails I've sent him...
You mean? Yep, I'm that good.
You take this one. I spent an hour last night...
You'll hear about his fascinating work.
- Hey, hi. - Hello, Leonard.
Check out those saddle shoes.
Hey, there's my favorite geniuses.
...are going to attack the rehab facility where Sandra Bullock is?
Dr. Hofstadter is representing our experimental physics program.
...by doling out her late husband's ill-gotten gains.
Good night, Sheldon.
Because you're succeeding.
...the task falls to people like Leonard and Raj.
All right, Dr. Kooth... Whatever it is. You're up.
...like they did to that little boy in Slumdog Millionaire.
...than making smart people feel ill at ease.
Excellent. There's nothing I like better...
Got it. You're a space plumber.
Keep telling yourself that. It makes it easier.
If you're not going to give me money, then why are you calling?
You and your colleagues do remarkable research and you deserve the money.
I'm not finished. All scientists have to fundraise, Sheldon.
...doesn't mean you should jump into his windowless van.
- Still won't shag the old lady, huh? - No. But thank you for asking.