Fine, you invited your drug dealer brother
to stay with us for God knows how long,
and didn't even bother to ask me first.
I, I... lforgot.
Oh!
Ijust, like, forgot.
Sheldon...
Uh, balls. What is it?
MAN: And...
Action.
No idea.
(LAUGHING)
MAN: And...
Action.
Yup.
I'm sorry. Sorry. Okay.
So?
Well, what about your fear of--
What... Not spare tires. What is it?
Wow.
No offense, Stuart,
but this woman's a doctor.
Well, that's...
I'm about to say the wrong line.
Good news. Great news.
Notjust good. Great.
All right, I got Haley to sleep.
Halley. Her name's Halley. I'm just learning.
Wow, no foreplay or anything,
just right to it.
I'm supposed to say something.
This is how relationships progress.
They start with infatuation, but over time
just--
l, I... This is why I'm single at 41.
I don't know.
FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Howard Wolowitz, access denied.
Sorry.
It's a crushed velvet baby cake.
| just said, "Baby cake."
Sorry.
We are dealing with an impossible deadline
from the Air Force because of you.
So, have an energy drink, don't have an--
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
And instead of—-
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Please start that over.
Careful, I saw this on Star Trek.
Smoke's gonna come out--
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
For Howie's-- Nope.
For Howie's occupation-- (STUMBLES)
What is happening? I'm so sorry.
Okay, instead of...
Let me-- Yeah-- I'm gonna--
Call if there's any problems.
No. No, no, no...
Sorry, I was too far out.
You know, I like harp lessons,
but I'm thinking of switching to elevator--
Do you remember when we went
wine tasting in Santa--
Sorry. Remember?
Remember when we went wine tasting
right before the show tonight?
Yeah.
Listen to me. We can't do
our dialog any longer, apparently.
She's doing amazing.
She can actually make a side effect like
"10% chance of liver failure" sound like
a 90% chance of liver--
(GROANING)
(GROANING)
This is exactly why
I didn't want to talk about it.
No, no, no. Let's talk about it.
I'm the only one who's made any--
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(BOTH GROANING)
All right, well, that doesn't prove anything.
Yeah. There's a million reasons
a woman would shoot-- Sorry.
Sorry.
That doesn't prove anything.
Yeah. There's a million reasons a woman--
Why can't I say this line?
I'm sorry.
That doesn't prove anything.
Yeah. There's a million reasons
a woman would choose--
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
What the hell? I'm so sorry!
So...
It actually doesn't matter
as long as it's challenging.
Okay, well, how about...
I teach you some close-up magic.
Oh...
Are you sure
the guys are cool with me going?
Yeah, of course. Why?
It's just this is usually
something you guys do together
and if I'm-- God, those chips are good.
-Yeah.
-They're going down in there.
Why do I bother talking to you?
I can't open this.
I understand it, Sheldon.
Yeah, me, too.
I'm sorry. Just thought-- Sorry.
You want a real challenge, keep--
(CLEARING THROAT)
Hang on. I'm good, I'm good.
I'm good.
The baby's asleep.
Can we put her in your room?
-Yeah, go ahead.
-Do you need help?
No, I got it. (KNOCKS) Oops.
Isn't she the grad student
that used to follow you--
-Do you really mean that?
-I really do.
Great, and just so you know-- Yup.
-You hate it that much?
-I hate it!
It'll be like a secret vacation at home.
Keeping secrets from our friends,
it does sound kind of fun.
Does it sound--
MAN 1: That's good.
MAN 2: Cut.
Then, I find out she watched
two episodes without me.
That's different!
She's a close friend,
not the lady in the cafeteria
who cuts the crust off your sandwiches.
Okay, that lady has a name.
AUDIENCE: Ooh!
Really?
Really?
Sheldon, if we're
going to have ground rules,
I'll tell you the first ground rule.
I make the ground rules.
AUDIENCE: Ooh!
Sheldon's not here,
so we are going to put on music
and dance in our unden/vear.
FEMALE AUDIENCE MEMBER: EW.
I'm sorry, she said "Ew."
-Out! Out!
-Out!
Get out!
Out of my land!
SHELDON: Well, I think it's very nice
that you're helping out our friend.
I think it's nice that you're taking
whatever medication
Amy's clearly giving you.
And what is that supposed to mean?
It's--
It's not gonna work.
That was so funny.
MAN: Action.
(MOANING)
(SNORTING)
(LAUGHING)
Sorry.
Oh, my God.
(MOANING)
Sorry. I'm sorry.
Ugh, I'm sorry.
(MOANING)
(STOPS MOANING)
(MOANING)
Oh, God.
Well, I'm sure he'll appreciate
carrying his samples in a briefcase
instead of his colon.
That is so...
And to show you
that there's no hard feelings,
lam willing to rub my genitals
on it as well.
This is too weird for me. I'm out.
