Sheldon, you're wrong.
Wolverine was not born with bone claws. Howard,
you know me to be a very smart man.
Don't you think if I were wrong, I'd know it?
Okay, first of all... Give it up, dude.
You're arguing with a crazy person.
I'm not crazy.
My mother had me tested.
Hey, guys. What are you doing here?
What do you mean? It's new comic book night.
Yeah, but since you and Penny finally hooked up, we thought
you two would be having bouncy naked yum-y night.
There's more to life than sex, Raj.
Okay, who had "Leonard flames out with Penny in less than 24 hours"?
I did.
Nothing flamed out.
We don't have to have sex every night, you know.
You don't have to, but it's highly recommended.
Yeah, take advantage of that window of opportunity
before it slams shut on your little dinky.
It's not a matter of opportunity.
We're getting to know each other.
There's a learning curve.
What's there to learn?
You get naked, do nasty things to each other,
then somebody makes scrambled eggs and salami.
Easy peasy.
Perhaps what Leonard
is oblique referring to
is the occurrence of some sort of sexual dysfunction.
Okay, who had "Leonard gets a floppy disk"?
Oh, a clever-- albeit obsolete, euphemism
for insufficient blood flow to the male sex organ.
(singsongy chuckle)
Nothing like that happened, all right?
The sex was... just fine.
Just fine?
Oh, dude, the fourth Harry Potter movie was "just fine."
I'm not saying it was bad.
I'm just saying it... wasn't great.
Okay, when you say "it wasn'great,"
do you mean for both of you?
Because we can totally see it not being great for her.
Am I right? Oh, yeah.
To tell you the truth, I think we were both a little--
I don't know...
Disappointed? Let down?
Ashamed? Horrified? Repulsed?
All I know is, it wasn't the way I dreamed it would be.
Sex is never the way I dream it's gonna be.
That's because in your dreams,
you're a horse from the waist down.
Excuse me, Wolverine: Origin.
Miniseries issue two, page2.
Retractable bone claws.
If you people spent less time thinking about sex
and more time concentrating on comic books,
we'd have far fewer of these embarrassing moments.
* Our whole universe was in a hot, dense state *
* Then nearly 14 billion years ago expansion started... Wait! *
* The Earth began to cool
* The autotrophs began to drool, Neanderthals developedools *
* We built the Wall * We built the pyramids *
* Math, Science, History, unraveling the mystery *
* That all started with a big ban*
Sheldon, dinner's here.
Tandoori Palace?
No, we went somewhere new.
You're good naturedly ribbing me, aren't you?
No, look, Mumbai Palace.
Why?
Why would we change?
We had a perfectly good palace.
Tandoori Palace is our palace.
Trust me, this will be just fine.
(scoffs)
You are the authority
on "just fine."
What's that supposed to mean?
What's "Not bad, but not great"?
(stifled chuckles)
What are they talking about?
I don't know. I know.
As I'm sure you're aware... Duh-duh-duh-duh-
duh-duh.
If that's Morse code, that's terrible.
As I was saying, you and Leonard had
a disappointing sexual encounter.
Earlier this evening,
Leonard characterized it as "just fine."
So what you're seeing here is a continuation
of the mocking that followed.
Okay, yeah, well,
I'm just gonna go eat my dinner elsewhe.
Maybe an airplane headed for a mountainside.
Penny, wait.
Aah!
What is wrong with you?
(door slams)
I sense I may have crossed some sort of line.
Yeah, you... No, don't tell him.
Let's see if he can figure it out.
Ugh, I am so embarrassed!
Please don't be mad
What did you tell them?
Nothing bad, just that last night was fine.
Fine? You said it was fine?
Yeah, it's a perfectly good word.
You put it in front of "wine" or "dining,"
and you've really got something.
Okay, well, let me ask you this:
How was last night for you?
It was... okay.
Okay.
Yeah, it's a perfectly good word.
I mean, you put it in front of "okay
you really got something.
All right, look, let's not overreact, you know
For a lot of couples, it takes time
to get to know each other's rhythms.
Learn what the other person was and likes.
So, you've been through this before?
No.
Okay-dokay.
You know, I think this is one of those things where
talking about it is not going to make it better.
Want a glass of wine?
So much. Okay
See, we should've do this last night.
You know, have a little wine, take the edge off.
Actually, ethyl alcohol inhibits electrical conduction
in the nerve cells and stimulates reuptake receptors
of inhibitory neurotramitters like gamma-aminobutyric acid.
Don't talk, just drink.
No, you're misunderstanding.
A shiksa goddess isn't an actual goddess.
And we don't pray to them.
We prey on them.
Whatever, dude.
The point is, Leonard's got one and you don't.
Is this it?
It was inappropriate to discuss Leonard and Penny's sex life
in front of Leonard and Penny.
Oh, good!
(sighs with relief)
Now I can eat.
(cricket chirping)
What's that?
Sounds like a cricket. Hang on.
(cricket chirping)
Based on the number of chirps per minute
and the ambient temperature in this room,
it is a snowy tree cricket.
Oh, give me a freakin' break.
How would you possibly know that?
In 1890, Emile Dolbear
determined that there was
a fixed relationship between the number
ofhirps per minute of the snowy tree cricket
and the ambient temperature.
A precise relationship that is not preesent
with ordinary field crickets.
How do you know what the exact temperature of the room is?
Under the terms of my roommate agreement with Leonard,
I've had unilateral control of the thermostat
ever since the sweaty night of '06.
Ok, you were right about wolverine and bone claws,
but you're wrong about the cricket.
Howard, don't embarrass yourself.
The science chirps for itself.
(chuckling): Humorous word play.
No, no, not this time.
I know insects, my friend.
I spent nearly all my
childhood years capturing them with nets,
putting them in glass jars, sticking pins through them,
mounting them on corrugated cardboard with Dymo labels
underneath, identifying the genus and species.
In Latin.
Oh, dude, you are never getting a shiksa goddess.
(cricket chirping)
That is a snowy tree cricket.
Oecanthus fultoni.
I was done with Latin by fifth grade.
Okay, okay, tell you what.
I am willing to bet anything
that's an ordinary field cricket.
I can't take your money.
What's the matter, you chicken?
I've always found that an inappropriate slur.
Chickens are not by nature,
at all timid.
In fact, when I was young,
my neighbor's chicken got loose
and chased me up the big elm tree in front of our house.
Chickens can't climb trees.
Thank God.
Okay,
I believe a chicken made you his bitch.
But the cricket thing, I don't buy.
Bet it.
Fair enough.
What stakes do you propose?
first appearance Fanta of Silver Surfer48,
against your Flash 123,
the classic Flash of two worlds issue.
All right, you have a wager.
Hmm. Great.
Now how are you going to settle it, hmm?
There is no way to determine the species
of the cricket without examining it.
(cricket chirping)
(chirping continues)
I wonder what the non-thetic people are doing tonight.
(cricket chirping)
More wine? Hit me.
I don't see anything.
Shh!
(cricket chirping)
Hallway.
(groaning)
One at a time.
(deep growling)
What was that?
My stomach.
Indian food doesn't agree with me.
Ironic, isn't it?
Shh!
(chirpinresumes)
(whispering): Elevator shaft.
(chirping)
Help me open it.
Are you crazy?
We can't go down an empty elevator shaft.
Fine, if you don't want to proceed,
then you forfeit the bet,
and I'll take possession of your Fantastic Four.
Let's open her up.
Are you bothered that I can so easily manipulate you?
Don't push me, Sheldon.
I may be small, but I took kung fu when I was 13,
and I remember a good deal of it.
Oh, really?
Well, I grew up with an older brother
and a very contentious twin sister.
And I believe I could easily best you
in any physical confrontation-- be it noogies, swirlies
or the classic "Why are you hitting yourself?"
Ooh, big talk from a man who was once treed by a chicken.
(both chuckle)
What are we drinking now?
Peppermint schnapps.
Why would you buy peppermint schnapps?
Because I like peppermint,
and it's fun to say schnapps.
(both laugh)
Hey, Leonard? What?
Schnapps.
You're right, that is fun.
Be careful.
If I were not being careful,
your telling me to be careful would not make me careful.
(cricket chirping)
Stairwell.
Uh-oh, flashlight went out.
I need some batteries.
Fellas?
Hello?
It's really dark down here.
(vomiting)
Oh, sweetie.
You really can't hold your liquor, can you?
I'm okay.
Just a little mouthwash,
and then I'm gonna rock your world.
(vomiting)
Are you okay?
(vomiting)
Ugh, Toby, what did you do in a past life
to be so disgusting now?
His name isn't Toby.
Toby is an absurd name for a cricket.
What would you name him?
An appropriate cricket name.
For example, Jiminy.
All right,
Sheldon, here we go.
Kleingast's Field Guide to North American Insects.
He's Toby.
Right here.
See it?
The common field cricket,
AK Gryllus assimilis,
which is Latin for "suck it, you lose."
Hang on.
Voilá.
The snowy tree cricket.
AKA Oecanthus fultoni,
which is Latin for I'll suck nothing.
Of course I'm joking
because the Latin for that is nihil exsorbibo.
That is not Toby,
this is Toby.
Raj, what do you think?
Oh, I really don't care anymore.
God, I had the most horrible night.
Obviously another carnal fiasco with the shiksi goddess.
Shiksa. Shik-sa.
Forgive me.
Yiddish was not spoken in East Texas.
And if it was, it wasn't spoken for long.
Yeah, fine, whatever.
The point is, you're wrong again.
We haven't established that I'm wrong once. All right.
Tell you what. Let's go down
to the Entomology Department
and let Professor Crawley tell us
what kind of cricket Toby is.
He's a snowy treericket,
and his name is Jiminy.
I bet I could throw a rock in this room
and come up with three better friends.
Holy crap.
It's like Silence of the Lambs down here.
(screams)
Don't do that!
You're such a girl.
They're just bugs.
Yeah, well, I don't like bugs, okay?
They freak me out.
Interesting.
You're afraid of insects and women.
Ladybugs must render you catatonic.
It was a joke.
I made it to lessen your discomfort.
You're welcome.
(footsteps)
(chuckling): Don't knock.
Just walk in.
Why be polite to the world's leading expert
on the dung beetle?
Excuse me,
are you Professor Crawley?
Who wants to know?
I'm Dr. Cooper from the Physics Department.
Couldn't wait, huh?
I'm sorry?
I haven't even packed yet,
and you're already measuring my lab
for one of your godless laser machines.
No, you don't understand.
We just want to ask you a question.
Let me ask you one first.
What's a world renowned entomologist
with a doctorate
and 20 years of experience to do with his life
when the university cuts off the funding for his lab, huh?
Ask rhetorical questions
that make people uncomfortable?
(sarcastic laugh)
What's your deal?
Are they planning to outsource my job to Bangalore?
I'm from New Delhi.
Maybe you should find another entomologist.
No, no. We're here. Let's settle this.
Professor, can you identify our cricket?
Of course I can.
I can identify every insect and arachnid on the planet.
Not that that's going
to keep me from having to move in with my daughter in Oxnard.
And we're not talking
Oxnard at the beach. No!
We're talking Oxnard
in the onion fields.
Well, could you look at Toby?
Toby?
What a stupid name for a cricket.
Told ya.
It's a field cricket.
Yes! No, no, wait.
Dr. Crawley, are you sure?
Young man, I've been studying insects
since I was eight years old.
You know what they used to call me
in school?
Creepy Crawley.
Cruel as that may be,
that is not in itself a credential.
Let me show you something.
See that?
That's a Crawley's dung beetle.
I discovered it after spending six months slogging
through a Bornean rain forest,
while my wife was back home
shacking up with a two-bit ornithologist
who lives on a sailboat
and likes to wear boot-cut jeans!
So, when I tell
you that that's a common field cricket,
you can take that to the damn bank!
'Cause God knows I can't!
That tramp took me for everything!
Well, apparently, I was wrong.
Congratulations.
Enjoy Oxnard.
I'm sure your daughter's looking forward to having you.
Oh, hey, Sheldon.
What you got there? new comic book?
Old comic book.
I just retrieved it from my safe deposit box.
What do you have a safe deposit box for?
Old comic books.
I lost this to Wollowitz
in an ill-considered cricket wager.
What, do they have Wii cricket now?
That can't be very popular.
Penny, I'd rather not talk about it.
Well, if it makes you feel any better,
I'm not feeling so hot either.
Why would that make me feel better?
I don't know, empathy?
Anyway, I'm just saying,
that you're feeling upset about something with Howard,
and I'm upset about something with Leonard. Yes,
yes, the disappointing sex.
That's an inexact parallel.
You and Leonard can always return to being friends,
whereas I can never return to a state
in which Wolowitz has not bested me
like Mrs. Riley's chicken.
What's Mrs. Riley's chicken?
A chicken that was owned by MrsRiley.
Okay, forget the chicken.
Well, I wish I could.
No, no.
You may be right about me and Leonard.
Of course I'm right.
What are the odds I'd be wrong twice in one week?
No, I mean, we can always go back to being friends.
I just said that.
This conversation has started to circle.
Hello. Meeting adjourned.
Hey.
What's going on?
Oh, you'd like to catch up
on the events of the day. All right.
Well, there was a half-hour wait at the bank
to get into my safe deposit box,
I was forced to talk to Penny about your sexual problems,
and, oh, yes,
in a moment filled with biblical resonance,
pride wenteth before my fall,
causing my Flash 123 to goeth to Wolowitz.
Wait a minute.
You talked to Penny about our sex life?
Leonard, it astonishes me
how you continually fixate on the trivial.
I lost a bet to Wolowitz.
Right, right.
You're saying you talked to Penny?
Ye-Yes.
Interesting.
Hardly.
Excuse me.
Have I crossed some sort of line again?
Little bit.
Hmm.
Oh, who cares?
Oh, hey. Hey.
Uh, what did Sheldon say to you?
Not a lot.
Just that we always have the option
of going back to being friends.
Is that what you want?
I don't know.
I mean, you have to admit
things seemed simpler when we were just friends.
I guess.
It would take the pressure off.
It would, wouldn't it?
So, we'll just be friends.
Good.
Come here. Hmm.
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Okay-dokay.