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Johnny Galecki, Jim Parsons, Kaley Cuoco
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A veritable smorgasbord of potential sexual partners.
Oh, and exploratory laparoscopy. The last time I had hiccups...
Do you understand that Stephanie's not here to treat your imaginary ailment?
-Hope I don't get cramp. -Yeah.
Where did you get the stethoscope and pressure cuff?
Scented candles, fuzzy slipper. Ooh.
...it felt like my diaphragm was just going through the motions.
Oh, sweetie, you'd be the last one to know about it.
-Well, you have a gall bladder to remove. -Yeah.
And I don't even know what a duvet is, but I'm sure if I did I wouldn't want one.
How is it imaginary that I keep hearing an octave above middle C?
Is it a high-frequency whistle?
Where did you get the stethoscope and pressure cuff?
...and have cereal with Mrs. Vartabedian.
Yeah, there's no inflammation at all, Sheldon.
Do I have to pull out the paperwork again?
You have a really good grasp on this.
...it felt like my diaphragm was just going through the motions.
You are entitle to try and make things go the way you want them to.
-What? -Nothing. Just rethink my whole life.
-We're not living together. -I beg to disagree. Ahem.
I never slept with her, I swear.
It's not enough she mock me...
...you pretend you have problems with voice mail...
In the refrigerator, as oppose to two separate shelves and one communal shelf...
I'm sorry, I totally interrupt you. What were you saying?
...which has been activate now that you're living together.
...nor does she intend to play a percussive or brass instrument.
Aren't you suppose to wait an hour?
Really? I've never once been invite to have cereal with Mrs. Vartabedian.
What are you wash, a crocodile?
I bet this looks great on you.
I seriously doubt it.
...and I decide it was time for us to live together.
-Why not? -I just ate.
I never slept with her, I swear.
You were right. Your larynx is terribly inflamed.
-He did very nicely. -But see? She's not offended.
I trust Leonard satisfied you sexually last night?
Now to review, the following provisions are hereby activated.
And then the subject got changed somehow.
Okay, and it's perfectly okay to express those feelings, right?
What could I possibly have done to offend Mrs. Vartabedian?
-No, absolutely not. -It's not a big deal.
You're gonna need to stop talking, immediately.
And now you finally have an answer.
Actually, I think it's more of a wool-fire ant blend.
-I'm kind of busy here. -I understand.
...even though I'm dying inside.
It's not enough she mocks me...
...which has been activated now that you're living together.
You're lucky. With me, it's usually the other way around.
At least take this with you.
How is it inappropriate for me to ask it once?
...eating the same deviled egg, over and over again.
...nor does she intend to play a percussive or brass instrument.
I have an inflamed larynx.
A veritable smorgasbord of potential sexual partners.
Maybe it's a lingering bacterial infection from all those childhood toilet swirlies.
No, it's more of a relentless, narcissistic drone.
Oh, and exploratory laparoscopy. The last time I had hiccups...
-That's absurd. -No.
Scented candles, fuzzy slippers. Ooh.
Do you understand that Stephanie's not here to treat your imaginary ailments?
Okay, Leonard, if you're uncomfortable with the way things are going...
Scented candles, fuzzy slippers. Ooh.
Maybe it's a lingering bacterial infection from all those childhood toilet swirlies.
Ha. A cardiac stress test, a full-body MRl, an electromyogram...
How is it inappropriate for me to ask it once?
We are out of herbal tea. Do you have any?
She thought if I failed at theoretical physics that I should have a trade to fall back on.
Floral bed sheets.