Yeah. Tell me those aren't the words of a man with a spider eating its way through his brain.

Do you actually pay for that haircut? That'll do it.

That cute nimbly noise she makes when she eats. Like a happy little squirrel or a weasel.

Oh, no, no. Don't chew that. You don't know what I've stepped in.

It's up to you to push yourself to take hard classes and read challenging books.

What? No. You're in Paris now, baby. My town. No brother of mine eats rejectamenta in my town.

And we'll order room service before. That way we will finish our loud adult shower sex just as room service arrives and we will slip on robes and eat burgers. No, wait spaghetti. No, I like burgers better. We will eat burgers in bed.

You can teach me the Dunphy Tuck. I love your enthusiasm, son, but it's way too dangerous. One wrong move, and you're eating springs.

I just didn't want you to feel bad about it. Unless Leonard's apartment also has a raccoon that chews its way in on cold nights, go there!