Wo de zing shi Sheldon.
No, it's...
Wo de ming zi shi Sheldon.
What's this?
That's what you did.
I assumed, as in a number of languages, that the gesture was part of the phrase.
Well, it's not.
How am I supposed to know that? As the teacher, it's your obligation
to separate your personal idiosyncrasies from the subject matter.
You know, I'm really glad you decided to learn Mandarin.
- Why? - Once you're fluent,
you'll have a billion more people to annoy instead of me.
Mei du lui zi.
You just called Leonard a syphilitic donkey.
My apologies,
I'm only as good as my teacher.
Why are you learning Chinese?
I believe the Szechuan Palace has been passing off
orange chicken as tangerine chicken and I intend to confront them.
If I were you, I'd be more concerned
about what they are passing off as chicken.
- I need to use your window. - Sure, go ahead.
Hey, jerk face, you forgot your iPod!
- What's going on? - I'll tell you what's going on.
That stupid self-centered bastar wrote about our sex life in his blog.
Drop dead, you stupid self-centered bastard!
Thank you.
Okay, where were we?
Not now, I have a blog to find.
Episode 117: The Tangerine Factor
Transcript: swsub.com Synchro: sub-way.fr | italiansubs.net
Penny, are you okay?
I'm fine, Leonard. Just go away!
I understand that breaking up with someone can be very painful...
- Go away! - Okay, feel better! Bye!
She doesn't want to talk.
Not surprising. Penny's emotional response is originated
in the primitive portion of the brain, known as the amygdala.
While speech is centered in the much more recently developed neo-cortex.
The former can easily overpower the latter,
giving scientific credence to the notion of being "rendered speechless."
Or maybe she just doesn't want to talk.
Look, I found an iPod!
It's smashed beyond repair. What are you gonna do with it?
What else? Sell it on eBay as "slightly used."
It was Penny's boyfriend's, they broke up.
Apparently, he posted intimate details of their physical relationship
on his blog which I cannot find anywhere.
I'm gonna go back and try talking to her again.
Good idea, sit with her.
Hold her, comfort her.
And if the moment feels right,
see if you can cop a feel.
I'm not going to do that, Howard.
I'm not aware of a new social convention that requires you to intervene at all.
What about damsel in distress?
Twelfth century code of chivalry? Not exactly current.
You'd also have to be knighted for that to apply.
I don't care. She's upset, I'm going over there.
Remember to sit on your hands a bit, so they're warm.
I'm her friend. I'm not going to take advantage of her vulnerability.
So you're saying, if in the depths of despair,
she throws herself at you and demands you take her,
right there, right now, you'll just walk away?
I said I'm her friend, not her gay friend.
Listen, I know you said you didn't want to talk...
- I don't. - Sorry.
- Wait! - Wait? Did you say "wait"?
Tell me the truth.
Am I just an idiot who picks giant losers?
So I pick good guys but turn them into losers.
- Of course not. - Well,
it's gotta be one or the other. Which is it?
I'm sorry, what were the choices again?
I really thought Mike was different.
I thought he was...
sensitive and smart,
I mean, not you smart, normal non-freaky smart.
Yeah, no, sure.
And then he just goes and has to humiliate me
by writing about me on his blog so the entire world can read it.
I tell you, it's not all that easy to find.
Really? My friends at work found it, my sister found it.
Judging by my email, a number of prisoners
at the Michigan State Penitentiary found it.
What exactly did this guy write?
Not that I need to know the details of your sex life. I just thought...
Never mind.
No, you know what?
You might as well read it. Everybody else has. Go ahead.
Oh, God, I just feel so betrayed and embarrassed!
I just want to crawl into a hole and die!
Okay. Well, you know, this isn't that bad.
It just paints the picture
of a very affectionate woman,
who's open to expressing her affection
in non-traditional locales.
Oh, God!
Elevators, parks,
movie theaters.
Out of curiosity,
is this "subway" the transportation system
or Subway the sandwich shop?
Sandwich shop.
Doesn't that violate the health code?
No, at the sub shop we were only making out.
But my point is that
you have absolutely no reason to be embarrassed.
Really? Do you think I overreacted?
- Maybe a little. - Because I do that. I do overreact.
Maybe I should call Mike and apologize.
That would be under-reacting.
He did break the implied confidentiality of the bedroom.
And in your case, the elevator, parks and fast food franchise.
You're right. I should just say "I am done with him."
Yes, you should. Go ahead, say it.
But I never gave the man a chance to explain.
What is there to explain? It's all right here.
The betrayal!
No, you were right the first time.
This is a man who loves me, but in his own stupid way,
which is trying to show people how he feels.
I'm pretty sure I never said that.
You did better than that. You helped me see it on my own.
Oh, good for me.
Where are you going?
I'm going over to Mike's. Leonard, thank you so much.
Oh, sure.
Maybe I am her gay friend.
I'm going to need another Mandarin lesson.
I obviously didn't make my point with those people.
For God's sake,
if you don't like the tangerine chicken, don't order the tangerine chicken.
I like tangerine chicken, I'm just not getting tangerine chicken.
- Can we please change the subject? - Sure.
Tell us again how you screwed up and got Penny back together with her boyfriend.
Just roll the dice.
"Enslaved by warlocks. Stay here until you roll two, four or six."
She was mad at him!
She was done with him! The relationship was broken beyond repair,
and I walked over there, and I fixed it.
Boy, that story gets better every time you hear it.
Actually, I thought the first two renditions were far more compelling.
Previously, I felt sympathy for the Leonard character,
now I just find him to be whiny and annoying.
Eat your tangerine chicken.
I'd love to, but I don't have tangerine chicken.
Thank you so much for your stupid advice!
Incredible.
You managed to screw up the screw-up.
I'm back.
I'm sorry I yelled at you.
It's not your fault.
What happened?
I went over to Mike's to make up with him.
Yeah. No, I know that part.
But he had already moved on.
Already? That was quick.
That's what I said to the woman who had her legs around his neck.
- Penny, I am so sorry. - How could he do that?!
You know, you did throw an 80-gig iPod...
Yeah, no, how could he do that?
I swear to God I am done with guys like that.
You know, macho with the perfect body and the hair and the money.
Yeah, that must get old quick.
You know, just once
I would like to go out with someone
who is nice and honest
and who actually cares about me.
What about me?
What about you what?
What about if you went out with me?
Are you asking me out?
Yes, I am...
asking you out.
I was just going off your comment about the nice guy.
- No, I got that. - And honest.
- Totally. - It's not a big deal.
Yes what?
Yes, I will go out with you.
Really?
Why not? I mean... What do I have to lose?
That's the spirit.
Show me your citrus peels.
Gay wo kan ni de jud zi pee.
Show me your citrus peels.
Gay wo kan ni de jud zi pee.
Sheldon?
I'm sorry.
Look, do you have a second?
A second what, pair of underwear?
I was just wondering if I could talk to you. It's about Leonard.
Why me?
Why not Koothrappali or Wolowitz?
Well, Raj can't talk to me unless he's drunk,
and Wolowitz is, you know, disgusting.
Yes, I suppose he is.
All I'm saying is, you know Leonard the best.
Not necessarily.
I'm often surprised by my lack of familiarity with Leonard.
Just the other day I discovered he not only has a loofah,
he hides it.
Why do you suppose a man would be ashamed of having a loofah?
I, myself, prefer to have my excess epithelial cells slough off naturally,
but I don't condemn those who seek to accelerate the process.
And until recently,
I had no idea that despite his lactose intolerance,
he can tolerate small amounts of non-fat ice cream
without producing a noxious gas that I maintain,
in the right concentration, could be weaponized.
Leonard might come home. Can we talk in my apartment?
We're not done?
No.
Why not? We're already through the looking glass anyway.
Okay, so here's the thing...
I guess you're aware that Leonard asked me out.
He didn't actually say anything, but when he came back to the apartment
he was doing a dance that brought to mind the happy hippos in Fantasia.
That's nice.
Anyhow, the thing I wanted to talk to you about
is, since Leonard and I have become friends... I was just...
Wanna sit down?
I wish it were that simple.
I don't spend much time here, and so I've never really chosena place to sit.
Well, choose.
There are a number of options and...
I'm really not familiar enough with the cushion densities,
air flow patterns and dispersion of unlight
to make an informed choice.
Why don't you just pick one at random and if you don't like it
- you can sit somewhere else next time. - No. That's crazy.
You go ahead and talk while I figure it out.
Here's the thing.
So I've known for a while now that Leonard has had
- a little crush on me... - A little crush?
I suppose so... in the same way Menelaus had a "little crush" on Helen of Troy.
I don't really know who they are...
- Menelaus was the brother of Agamemnon. - I don't care.
The point is,
Leonard isn't the kind of guy I usually go out with.
Leonard isn't the kind of guy anyone usually goes out with.
Would you be open to rotating the couch clockwise 30 degrees?
No. What I'm saying is
Leonard might be different in a good way.
Obviously, my usual choices have not worked out so well.
Your last one worked out well for Koothrappali.
He got a free iPod.
Glare.
On the other hand, if things don't go well with Leonard,
I risk losing a really good friend.
I'm guessing he's not looking for a fling.
He's the kind of guy that gets into a relationship for...
- like you would say, light years. - I would not say that.
No one would say that. A light year is a unit of distance not time.
Thank you for the clarification.
Draft.
People hear the word "year" and they think duration.
"Foot-pound" has the same problem, that's a unit of work, not of weight.
Right. Thanks.
- It's a common mistake. - Not the first one I've made today.
I think this will be my seat.
Do you have anything to say that has anything to do with
what I'm talking about?
Well, let's see...
We might consider Schrodinger's cat.
Schrodinger? Is that the woman in 2A?
That's Mrs. Grossinger.
She doesn't have a cat, she has a Mexican hairless.
- Annoying little animal. - Sheldon.
Sorry, you diverted me.
Anyway, in 1935, Erwin Schrodinger,
in an attempt to explain the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum physics,
he proposed an experiment
where a cat is placed in a box with a sealed vial of poison
that will break open at a random time.
Now, since no one knows
when or if the poison has been released, until the box is opened,
the cat can be thought of as both alive and dead.
Sorry. I don't get the point.
Of course you don't get it. I haven't made it yet.
You'd have to be psychic to get it, and there's no such thing as "psychic."
Sheldon, what's the point?!
Just like Schrodinger's cat,
your potential relationship with Leonard right now
can be thought of as both good and bad.
It is only by opening the box that you'll find out which it is.
Okay, so you're saying I should go out with Leonard.
Let me start again. In 1935, Erwin Schrodinger...
Two seats right there.
- Sheldon, I think I've made a mistake. - I can see that.
Unless you're planning on running a marathon, choosing both stuffing
and mashed potatoes is a starch-filled redundancy.
No, it's about Penny.
A mistake involving Penny.
You'll have to narrow it down.
I don't think I can go out with her tonight.
Then don't.
Other people would say "Why not?"
Other people might be interested.
- I'm going to talk anyway. - I assumed you would.
Now that I'm actually about to go out with Penny,
I'm not excited, I'm nauseous.
Then your meal choice is appropriate.
Starch absorbs fluid which reduces the amount of vomit
available for violent expulsion.
Right.
You also made a common grammatical mistake.
You said "nauseous," when you meant "nauseated."
But go on.
Sheldon, this date is probably my one chance with Penny.
What happens if I blow it?
Well, if we accept your premise
and also accept the highly improbable assumption
that Penny is the only woman in the world for you,
then we can logically conclude that the result of blowing it
would be that you end up a lonely, bitter old man with no progeny.
The image of any number of evil lighthouse keepers
from Scooby-Doo cartoons comes to mind.
You're not helping.
What response on my part
would bring this conversation to a speedy conclusion?
Tell me whether or not to go through with the date.
Schrodinger's cat.
That's brilliant.
You sound surprised.
- Come on in. - Thank you.
You look very nice.
Thank you. So do you.
I made an 8:00 reservation.
Okay, yeah, great. Listen...
Maybe we should talk first.
But before you say anything, have you ever heard of Schrodinger's cat?
Actually, I've heard far too much about Schrodinger's cat.
Good.
All right, the cat's alive. Let's go to dinner.
Crazy man. Call the police!