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00:21:46
Johnny Galecki, Jim Parsons, Kaley Cuoco
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I was at a coffee klatch with a couple of friends...
...your idiosyncrasies, your performance, are protected by the inherent...
He just smiles and eats macaroon out of his Bat-Jar.
For 10 points. "What is the isospin singlet partner of the pi-zero meson?"
"We are a tall, thin woman who wants to make a coat out of your dalmatian."
...and when she was done with you, she discarded you like last night's chutney?
For 10 points. "What is the isospin singlet partner of the pi-zero meson?"
Four-point-one-eight-five-five times 1 O to the seventh erg per calorie.
So whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off of me...
That's too bad because the answer your teammate gave was correct.
...due to quantum vacuum fluctuation?"
All right. "Madonna was married to this Ridgemont High alum."
"What is the lightest element on Earth with no stable isotope?"
Good for you, sweetie. Okay, next question.
- Zod? - Kryptonian villain. Long story.
Gentlemen, switching to local nerd news...
- We should take a little break. - Good idea. I need my wrist brace.
...in the sack.
That trophy is meaningless. I forfeit, therefore you did not win.
...when common sense dictate it should be an army ant.
...and when she was done with you, she discard you like last night's chutney?
...returns on its original trajectory, and adhere to you.
- What'd you spill on it? - Nothing.
What rat have you recruit to the S. S. Sinking Ship?
...does he intend to quit if he does not get his way?
"What artificial satellite has seen glimpses of Einstein's predict 'frame dragging'?"
I am settling, once and for all, who is the smartest around here.
...and destroy the molecular bonds that bind your very matter together...
- Right. - Hey, I buzz in.
- I need your official answer. - No, I decline to provide one.
...no animal exceed the relative fighting strength of the army ant.
He just smile and eats macaroons out of his Bat-Jar.
- Come on, think. Leslie? - It's not gonna work if you rush me.
Sheldon, is proving you are single-handedly smarter than everyone else so important...
The Velcro on my wrist brace caught on my shirt.
"Sammy Hagar replace David Lee Roth as the lead singer in what group?"
You know who is apparently very smart is the girl who played TV's Blossom.
We need a truly kick-ass team name. Suggestions?
-...it's an extremely private matter. - I'd like to know the details.
How exactly would that laugh go?
That trophy is meaningless. I forfeited, therefore you did not win.
I go outside and I talk to people.
I was actually the one who noticed. Okay, let’s just start.
...I didn't have anything else to do on a Saturday afternoon...
No alien lady ever told Captain Kirk, "Hey, get your thing out of my nose."
There's not? Gee, because it sure sounds like there should be.
I am settling, once and for all, who is the smartest around here.
Never mind.
...to make sure nothing would ever grow again?
- That is correct. - I knew that too.
- Dr. Cooper. - Of course, the answer is 130 attoseconds.
I am settling, once and for all, who is the smartest around here.
- Howard, sit down. - Okay.
- Please. You don't even have a Ph.D. - All right, that's it.
Yes, well, I'm polymerized tree sap, and you're an inorganic adhesive.
You want me to use my intelligence in a tawdry competition?
Maybe so, but you can't incinerate a Bengal tiger with a magnifying glass.
- Yes. - That arrogant, misogynistic...
That trophy is meaningless. I forfeited, therefore you did not win.
...and it might be a little awkward, you know, given that I--
Yes, well, I'm polymerized tree sap, and you're an inorganic adhesive.
I move that any vote on team names be unanimous.
Teams are traditionally named after fierce creatures...
He compared Sheldon to a disposable feminine cleansing product...
There's no reason to feel uncomfortable because we've seen each other's faces...
That's a delightful little story.
Oh, neat. What's the occasion?
Hey, look. Now, maybe you have democracy now in your beloved Russia...
So whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off of me...
The approximate temperature of the young lady in the front row.
The answer is minus eight pi alpha.
Informal protest.