Base Set

I don't know what Arctic expedition you guys were on, but I thought it was a hoot and a half.

Yeah, I just stopped by to say—

You fellas are planning a party for me, aren't you?

Like the proverbial cheese, I stand alone.

Oh my God, that's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me that I didn't understand!

Howdy, Ma'am.

I sense I may have crossed some sort of line.

The science chirps for itself.

Oh, I really don't care anymore.

Of course I'm right. What are the odds I'd be wrong twice in one week?

The math would suggest that in a few, I'm a clown made of candy.

Would you like a chocolate?

What's going on, day-dwellers?

Are we gonna talk, or are we gonna play Mystic Warlords of Ka'a?

I couldn't even talk him into giving me one of his freakin' napkins.

Alright Raj, looks like you're teamed up with 'Die, Wil Wheaton, die.'

The year was 1995 . . .

It's like the slogan says, 'The physics is theoretical, but the fun is real.'

Would you like a commemorative snow cone?

And she wonders why she's constantly under-tipped.

She was my second cousin!

Cause of accident: lack of adhesive ducks.

It's a warm summer evening in ancient Greece . . .

Oh yes, the waitress-slash-actress with the unresolved father issues . . .