Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Ruby groans] Split, you nucleoid jerk!
Did you just say "scoff?"
We could develop an empirical methodology for determining his romantic interest.
[inhales deeply] Ask him out.
Rain!
Reductive oxidant…
-He couldn't stop crying in the lab today. -Did you try to help him?
You're right.
I'm sure there's more. We all love Brian. Always in his trusty pair of Crocs.
The lab is where you feel you could disappoint her most.
It means the world to me.
No, it's not. Scoff.
If I don't get back into the lab, your mother is going to kill me.
if I rubbed against Ellis so I could smell like him?
Since day one.
Hey, hey, hey. Stay here.
The anode… [sobbing]
Uh, no. I want to be surprised.
Christ, are you in a meditative trance again?
And I already hugged him two times today, so I'm probably good.
You left one little marshmallow.
I am enjoying our freedom from the tyranny of the Church of England.
It's very dangerous pulling me out like that.
Oh no.
No. She's right.
Those entitled trust fund jerks.
So do I. She was my best friend. Just pure radiant light. [exhales]
[upbeat instrumental music playing]
but I need you to promise you're not gonna smile and get all condescending
[harp and flute playing]
Oh, Dad, you never need to worry about disappointing me.
What if we could determine scientifically whether he's into you.