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00:21:26
Johnny Galecki, Jim Parsons, Kaley Cuoco
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...and humiliating wedgies and the insensitively named Indian burns.
That's not overconfidence. That's observation.
...steel-armor plate exoskeleton top and bottom.
All right, enough chitchat. Let's destroy something.
The carnal repartee, the erotic to and fro.
I know the other fella would be really excited to see a girl there.
Well, if you have any delusion about entering him against the Kripke Crippler...
But as delicious as the appetizer might be...
We're not to-ing and fro-ing.
Yes. Now he knows what bathtub are capable of doing...
...and offer me your robot as the spoil of war.
For years, merciless thug like Kripke have made my life a series of painful noogies...
Sorry, you little nerd. You were just in the wrong boys' room at the wrong time.
Man, call spoiler alert before you say things like that.
How about the toaster oven?
What you fail to realize is Kripke suffers from a fatal flaw:
- Tomorrow, 3:00, the kinetics lab. - Make it so.
Our-- Our tango?
I'm not traumatize by some random comment from some random woman.
The-- The guy is devastate.
...but I dedicate a song to her at the ninth-grade talent show.
Featuring one articulate razor-sharp killing saw...
She just got her brace off...
I'm beg you, stop talking.
Oh, yes. You said you owe me one.
If you're not there, you'll be expose to ridicule.
Bounced right off the tub.
...your robot is inferior and it will be defeat by ours...
He still punch me in the face with my own fists.
What you fail to realize is Kripke suffer from a fatal flaw:
I've been inform that you have feelings...
How is it suppose to be a dance if I'm the only girl?
- He slip and fell. - Yes.
...because ours exceed yours in both design and execution.
I've seen space probes that crash into the desert that were in better shape than this.
Oh, please. We've spent our whole lives running away from fights.
...and humiliating wedgies and the insensitively named Indian burns.
There's an awards banquet and a dance afterward.
Personally, I can squeeze through a hole in a fence half my size.
...and apparently, I have hurt them.
But back to you. You think you're some sort of smooth-talking ladies' man...
Oh, please. How could I possibly devastate Howard?
Look, normally, I can just ignore you.
So who exactly does it wanna kill?
No woman is ever gonna flirt with you. You're just gonna grow old and die alone.
RAJESH: Okay. Oh, perhaps today is the day we finally find out...
RAJESH: Okay. Oh, perhaps today is the day we finally find out...
- A killer robot. We built it. - Yeah, well, it almost killed me.
...but you do kind of have that overexposed-to-gamma-rays thing going on.
What did the toaster oven ever do to you?
Once again, Penny and I have begun our little tango.
Never mind. Just-- Please, just go talk to him.
Once again, Penny and I have begun our little tango.
...you try too hard?
And then she came up with that sexy little chipmunk mouth...
You'd be the only doable girl.
For years, merciless thugs like Kripke have made my life a series of painful noogies...
Yeah, this is an auspicious moment.
Enough horsepower to drive 110 pounds of mechanized death...
The carnal repartee, the erotic to and fro.
It's an icosahedral die floating in tinted blue water.
...but the truth is you are just pathetic and creepy.
I'm sorry, are you unaware of the upcoming...
I mean, I get it. You're a little peculiar. Like Sheldon.
...your robot is inferior and it will be defeated by ours...
He's depressed because he's pathetic and creepy and can't get girls.
She's a delightful woman. You'll love her.
Overconfidence from his robot's massive size and its overwhelming power.
Are you insane?
...but I dedicated a song to her at the ninth-grade talent show.
MRS. WOLOWITZ: Howard, there's a blond girl, Patsy, here to see you.
What you fail to realize is Kripke suffers from a fatal flaw: