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00:22:06
Johnny Galecki, Jim Parsons, Kaley Cuoco
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Can I get any of those with little frankfurter slices and homemade crouton?
Can you go to the kitchen and get me the turkey baster labeled, "Mucus"?
Won't my footstep set it off?
...with little frankfurter slices and these homemade croutons.
...and I am producing sputum at an alarming rate.
Purr, purr, purr
You'll be trapped forever in his whiny, hyper-neurotic snot web.
...she said, "Méchtest du eine DarmspU/ung?"
No, my morn had to fly back to Texas to help my dad...
...for when they need dogs to operate the centrifuge for blind scientists.
Clearly, febrile delirium is setting in.
Can you go to the kitchen and get me the turkey baster labeled, "Mucus"?
We have chicken, tortilla and potato leek.
Okay, sweetie. I'll take care of you. What do you need?
...with my lower intestine playing the part of Czechoslovakia.
Based on what happened next, I assume it means, "Would you like an enema?"
I need a growth medium, and someone polished off the apricot yogurt.
My spare glasses are in my bedroom, on my dresser, next to my bat signal.
I guess I owe the Betty Crocker Company a letter of apology.
...before the gorillas whip the crap out of Charlton Heston.
...but you shout me down.
All these people here are doom.
Well, as I predict, I am sick.
VapoRub makes my hands smell funny.
You'll be trap forever in his whiny, hyper-neurotic snot web.
He's home. I'm screw.
Leonard, my comforter fell down and my sinuses hurt when I bend over.
...because the house had slip off the cinder blocks again.
...Typhoid Penny has introduce into our environment.
When I'm lying comatose in a hospital relying on inferior minds to cure me...
- I'm sorry, honey, I don't know it. - I'll teach you.
...it has shift from clear to milky green.
Based on what happened next, I assume it means, "Would you like an enema?"
You can have soup deliver.
He's paranoid and he's establish a nest.
I forgot the protocol we put in place after the great ear infection of '06.
Five movies, two hours apiece.
My fever has been tracking up exponentially since 2 a.m...
You deliberately stuck me with Sheldon.
...you damn dirty ape.
Somewhere between tool using and cave painting...
- Studying abroad? - No, visiting professor.
Obviously, you're not well suited for three-dimensional chess.
No sponge baths and definitely no enemas.
You'll be trapped forever in his whiny, hyper-neurotic snot web.
Perhaps three-dimensional Candy Land would be more your speed.
When I finally managed to convince her I was sick...
Good. From this point forward, you will have to crawl.
All right, you're close enough to Sheldon's room. Deploy the sensor.
- Okay, I'll see you later. - Wait.
What else would I drink? Gases? Solids? Ionized plasma?
...it would've died out years ago.
Sheldon, you are a grown man. Haven't you ever been sick before?
Well, once, when I was 15 and spending the summer...
Clearly, febrile delirium is setting in.
I'm making petri dishes to grow throat cultures.
...and I am producing sputum at an alarming rate.
- You're doomed. - Shh!
When I'm lying comatose in a hospital relying on inferior minds to cure me...
I want grilled cheese.
Obviously, you're not well suited for three-dimensional chess.
My spare glasses are in my bedroom, on my dresser, next to my bat signal.
Sheldon, you are a grown man. Haven't you ever been sick before?
That's okay. I understand.
All you can say with absolute certainty is that that joke is not funny here.
...for when they need dogs to operate the centrifuge for blind scientists.
[IN CONGESTED VOICE] Oh, dear God.
[SINGING] Soft kitty, warm kitty
Can you sing "Soft Kitty"?
...and the result was an internal blitzkrieg...
[THX'S "DEEP NOTE" PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]
Okay, that was very nice of you. Okay, I gotta go.