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Johnny Galecki, Jim Parsons, Kaley Cuoco
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Thanks for discovering penicillin. Now how about we try a bouffant?
Dereliction of duty in the face of the enemy is a court-martial offense.
You know the cashew chicken I get you on Monday nights?
Yeah, okay, but what's with the back scratching and the meow?
Raj, Howard and Leslie flank to the right behind the rocks.
All the while knowing that there's a paint pellet out there with your name on it.
Where else am I supposed to crouch?
Did Alexander Fleming moonlight as a hair dresser?
And they're all hopped up on experimental steroid.
I believe the back-scratching metaphor describes a quid pro quo situation...
Did Alexander Fleming moonlight as a hair dresser?
I told you, my mom has spider vein.
Partly my transient, idiopathic arrhythmia.
When I go to weddings it's to scam on chunky bridesmaids.
Oh, for God's sake, Sheldon.
God, I love the smell of paintballs in the morning.
I'm sorry, Leonard. But revenge is a dish best served cold.
Did you see the new budget memo this morning?
Unacceptable. It baffle me...
Why are you crouch there?
We're getting slaughter out here.
No, no, friends forgive the little things.
The whole thing froze. I don't know what happened.
You scratch my back, I scratch yours.
Right now, you are you, and you are screw.
I'm thinking there was some actual scratching involve.
What am I suppose to do?
That's three hours of picking out shoes just shot to hell.
There, problem solve.
So I guess there's nothing for us to do but wait to be capture or killed.
By the way, did I tell you Leslie pull strings and got me on the trip to Geneva...
From that key maker? I highly doubt it.
I believe the back-scratching metaphor describe a quid pro quo situation...
You forgot the time parameter.
The whole thing froze. I don't know what happen.
So I guess there's nothing for us to do but wait to be captured or killed.
They don't talk incessantly for no particular reason?
If your head had been accidentally amputated...
You ought to come with us sometime.
Can I assume that you've likewise found the experience...?
Nevertheless, I must depart.
Well, it's partly you.
How exactly do we do that?
...or make them leave our boyfriends alone. Ha, ha.
I had to take her. It's almost bathing-suit weather.
Well, actually, I'm trying not to say it.
It kind of does.
Where else am I supposed to crouch?
About 12 seconds ago.
Leslie Winkle is the fifth girl I've ever had sex with.
...but sure, I'll do this pass-fail.
No, our food always comes in Szechwan Palace containers.
That thing on Phyllis' neck opened up again.
MRS. WOLOWITZ: Too busy to help your mother with her zipper?
...to check out the CERN supe collider?
Butt print. There's no discernible butt print.
That's it then, we're doomed.
They gave Leslie control over some unrestricted grant money.
Isn't it nice when your good fortune makes others miserable?
There's a woman out there anxious to have sex with me.
Okay, I'm sorry, but that makes me a little uncomfortable.
Unacceptable. It baffles me...
And that's delightful.
...and that's unfair.
All right, what we need now is a tactical retreat.
Sit on the damn couch.
Yeah, you know the sad thing is, it's really not.
You know, there's kind of an obvious solution here. Get up.
Kind of makes you feel more alive, doesn't it?
Leslie Winkle is the fifth girl I've ever had sex with.
And plus you got a rapid prototyper. That's an expensive piece of equipment.
I got the approval for the rapid prototyper.