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00:19:35
Johnny Galecki, Jim Parsons, Kaley Cuoco
987
You should clip your fingernail. Those hurt.
My last growth spurt.
We have to take in nourishment, expel waste...
I didn't skip it. It's just an anecdote. It's not science.
...is the day I begin my research on the drag coefficient of tassel on flying carpets.
Okay, if I may drill down to the bedrock of my question...
Yup. Tip your waitress. I'm here all week.
...of some sort of unconscious emotional turmoil.
Oh, sweetie, I don't even think it works as one.
...the moment of inertia changes and the solid becomes a supersolid...
I couldn't poop this morning.
I'm like a flamingo on Ritalin.
How about this? Urn, okay.
...in gasses like helium at temperatures approaching absolute zero.
Ha, ha, ha. The only thing missing from that insult was your mama.
Maybe I got my doctorate at 24 instead of 16.
- No pinch. No--! - No!
That's something your rabbi would have to discuss with the manufacturer.
Data packets will be handed off to submerge transatlantic cables...
And I am clearly not the only person who is torment by insecurity...
You beg me to come, I came. There's just no pleasing you.
...why your Facebook page has a picture of me sleeping on your shoulder caption:
- So you admit that it's our work? - No, once again, I'm throwing you a bone.
...and the external receiver attach to this...
I suppose you could have your android penis circumcised.
...and then rescue by Superman.
...but Ockham's Razor would suggest that someone threw it out.
I promise my mother.
Excuse me, I designed the experiment that prove the hypothesis.
...and the blue Viper is being operate from suburban Tel Aviv.
As I've explain repeatedly, unlike you, I don't need validation from lesser minds.
Okay, well, guess we're back to the corduroy suit.
Well, I'm just asking if it's difficult to be fight with your best friend.
...where I was walk through the park...
Public access enable.
...we're going to look back on this as eight hours well waste.
...that a trash can spontaneously formed around the letter...
- Thank you. - It was straight downhill from there.
Ah, technically, yes.
As I've explained repeatedly, unlike you, I don't need validation from lesser minds.
Okay, so you absolutely should talk to him.
- It's certainly preferable to my plan. - Which was?
...which clearly appears to be a previously unknown state of matter.
In what words, then, exactly?
Ew! Stop it. No. Leave me alone.
I've been thinking. Instead of arguing about this, why--?
More often than you'd think.
We did the work together, let's present the paper together.
Is this usually how these physics things go?
Everything else is optional.
Don't you ever speak to me again.
- So you admit that it's our work? - No, once again, I'm throwing you a bone.
Well, there's always the possibility...
No, no, I didn't say better, I said less stained.
Our minds are trained to synthesize facts and come to inarguable conclusions.
And I'm telling you for the last time, it's pandering, it's undignified, and bite me.
It was uncalled for.
You know, in the future, when we're disembodied brains in jars...
I don't wanna be in a jar. I want my brain in an android body.
You cannot be that arrogant.
"I have a solution, but it only works for spherical chickens in a vacuum."
...of some sort of unconscious emotional turmoil.
But if you'll notice, it's reversible.
...and the blue Viper is being operated from suburban Tel Aviv.
...and I saw these children on a merry-go-round...
I wasn't expecting such a crowd. I'm nervous.
It's a little loud.
Gravity would have been apparent to me without the apple.
Oh, you know, that is so weird that yours came and mine didn't.
Oh, careful.
...of some sort of unconscious emotional turmoil.
Eight feet tall and ripped.