Problem?
This is the worst cobbler I've ever eaten.
It tastes like it's made of actual ground-up shoemaker.
Amusing. A play on the two meanings of "cobbler."
Hey, guys. Guess who I found at LAX?
My baby sister Priya.
Excuse me, I object.
You propose a guessing game,
yet you don't give me enough time to guess.
For the record, I was going to say:
"Your sister Priya."
Oh, Sheldon. You haven't changed a bit, have you?
Why would I change?
The hope has been that
you'd eventually bend to public opinion.
So, Priya, what brings you back to L.A.?
I have a one-day layover on my way to Toronto.
Corporate merger.
Can you believe it?
Little Priya's one of the lead attorneys
for the biggest car company in India.
Given that when we met her, she was finishing law school
and planning an internship at a large Indian car company,
it's actually extremely plausible.
And your poll numbers just keep dropping.
I want to catch up with all of you,
but first I really must visit the loo.
I'm going, too; I'll show you where it is.
All right, this goes without saying,
but I'm just going to say it anyway.
Hands off my sister.
Why would I touch her? She's covered with airplane germs.
I'm so not talking to you. I'm talking to him.
Hey. I've got a girlfriend now. Oh, please.
My sister's much hotter
than your girlfriend, and you know it.
Let's just agree they're both hot.
But dude, that's my sister you're talking about!
Okay, forget who's hotter.
The first time Priya came to L.A., Leonard and I made a pact
out of respect to our friendship and to you
that neither of us would hit on her.
Did you pinky-swear?
Yes.
Okay, then.
Cobbler. I'm still laughing.
It's really nice to see you again, Leonard.
Yeah. It's good to see you, too.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Okay.
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So you got any special plans with your sister?
Oh, not really. Just hang out.
I always tell people, "If you have only one day
in Los Angeles, make it a train day."
Train day?
The fun starts with brunch at Carney's in Studio City,
a hotdog stand in a converted railroad dining car.
Next stop, Travel Town,
an outdoor museum featuring 43 railroad engines,
cars, and other rolling stock from the 1880s to the 1930s.
And, finally, we're off to the glitz and glamour of Hollywood,
for dinner at--that's right-- the Hollywood Carney's,
a hotdog stand in a different converted railroad dining car.
I don't think we're going to do that.
Well, then apparently you hate fun.
Priya's not back yet?
Well, I guess that's not unusual.
Women, men, the whole sitting-standing deal.
So what are we talking about?
Uh, my plans with Priya.
He rejected Train Day.
Did you make it clear that it's two different train cars
turned into hotdog stands?
Abundantly.
I guess he just hates fun.
That's what I said!
Okay, so... what's new with you guys?
I have a girlfriend now.
Hey, good for you!
Yeah, I just want to put it out there
in case I inadvertently
squirt any pheromones in your direction.
Happy?
So, Priya, what are your plans while you're here?
I don't know. I just have the one day.
Do you like trains?
Not particularly.
You might as well just wait at the airport for your flight.
"You are in a forest.
"There is quicksand to the west,
a path leads to the east."
Go east.
"An iron gate blocks your way."
Open gate.
"It's locked."
Hmm.
Well, so much for that.
It's getting pretty late. How come you're still up?
I found an emulator online that lets you play classic text-based
computer games from the 1980s.
That's pretty cool.
Oh, yes. It runs on the world's most powerful graphics chip:
imagination.
You've really got to get out more.
Go north.
"You can't go that way."
Go west.
"A troll blocks your passage."
Okay. Fasten your seatbelts.
Kill troll.
"With what?"
With sword.
"You don't have the sword."
Good golly, it's as if it's actually happening to me.
Raj finally went to bed.
Sheldon's still up.
You said he goes to bed at 9:00.
Yeah, he does, but he got caught up in a computer game and...
Hit troll with axe!
My, this is one tough troll.
Can't you get rid of him?
If the past is any indication, no.
Leonard, I'm trapped in quicksand!
The axe is dragging me down!
Drop axe!
Drop axe, brilliant!
Give me a minute.
Sheldon.
Hold on.
Trying to figure out
how to get the bucket,
so I can carry the mud past the dragon.
Sheldon, you need to work in the morning.
I know!
Well, then bed, mister!
Five more minutes!
Really?
You're going to risk getting sleepy in the middle of your
thermodynamic fluctuations seminar?
You know what happens when you yawn in public.
Everyone will see my oddly shaped uvula.
You don't want that, do you?
No.
But it's a shame our society mocks the differently uvulated.
Who was at the door?
Uh, building manager.
They have to fix a pipe,
so the water'll be off tomorrow from noon to 2:00.
That's unacceptable.
We're supposed to be given written notice.
Well, no, it doesn't matter-- we'll be at work.
What if I spill tomato soup on my shirt,
and have to come home to change,
only to find there's no water for an enzyme soak?
Bifurcated uvula, Sheldon!
I'll have the chicken noodle. Good night!
We're going to have to be very quiet.
I know how to get the bucket!
I can turn the axe around
and use the handle to reach it.
Let's see.
Go north.
"You are in a forest."
Go north.
"You are in a forest."
Go north.
"You are in a forest." Oh dear, I believe I'm lost.
Well, I'll just have to get a fresh start tomorrow.
No, no, no! You just took a wrong turn.
You just need to map it out.
Come on, I'll help you.
So you stopped at the stream,
and you turned north three times?
Yes.
You're right. You're lost. Good luck.
Oh!
Leonard. Wake up.
Huh? Wh-- Sorry.
For what?
I don't know. When I'm in bed with a girl, it's just--
it's my go-to response.
It's 6:00. I have to get back to Raj's
before he wakes up and realizes I'm gone.
Oh. Right. Sure.
I wish you could stay in L.A. a while longer.
Mmm, me, too.
You know, I was thinking:
There are some great research facilities in India.
Where are you going with this, Leonard?
Well, I'm just saying, you know, I don't have any real ties here,
so if I were to move to New Delhi, we could, you know--
go out.
Leonard, didn't we have this conversation five years ago?
Well, yes, but...
things have changed.
You know, you're older, I'm older--
Look, no more superhero bed sheets.
Sweetheart,
just because we have fun when I come to town doesn't mean
I want to have a serious relationship.
It doesn't?
Mm-mm.
And besides, I could never bring a white boy home to my parents.
They'd have a cow.
Which is a much bigger deal in India.
I'm not that white.
My great-great-grandmother was half Cherokee.
I know that's not the right kind of Indian, but it is something.
You're funny.
Leonard?
What?
I heard a woman laughing.
Oh, uh, yeah. I was trying to see if I could laugh as a woman.
Oh! Well, good job. Quite convincing.
I smell perfume.
Air freshener.
And is that lipstick on your cheek and neck?
Rash. That's a bad rash.
My sympathies.
I'm no stranger to the crimson scourge that is dermatitis.
Can I interest you in a topical steroid
from my lotion and unguent collection?
Uh, yeah, yeah, that sounds great.
Very well. I'm sure I can find something
that will help you ditch that itch.
Okay, he's in the bathroom. Let's go.
Do you prefer ointment or cream?
Cream.
With or without a numbing agent?
Without.
Really, Leonard?
There are no heroes when it comes to dermatitis.
Fine. With.
Prescription or non-prescription strength?
Use your best judgment.
Well, I think I have a nice 2009 AnaMantle HC.
It's usually indicated for acutely inflamed hemorrhoids,
but it also goes nicely with non-mucosal body parts.
Sounds great.
Excellent choice.
Okay, hurry, hurry, hurry.
Come on, come on, come on.
Priya?
Good morning, Sheldon.
For shame, Leonard, for shame.
And to think,
I was ready to waste
the last of my good hemorrhoid cream on you.
Making pretty good time, huh?
Is that really what you want to talk about, Leonard?
No.
What do you want to talk about?
Please don't tell anyone
I spent the night with Raj's sister.
There it is.
What if someone asks?
No one's going to ask if I spent the night with Raj's sister.
Perhaps, but they might ask me something else.
Like what? Like
"Has Leonard betrayed any of his friends recently?"
Priya and I are both adults.
I didn't betray Raj.
In fact, you did, but I was referring to Howard.
What are you talking about?
April 12, 2005.
Bob's Big Boy, Toluca Lake.
Raj had just introduced us to Priya for the first time.
She was enjoying the sweet taste of Hindu rebellion
in the form of a Bob's Super Big Boy hamburger.
In order to preserve
your friendship, you and Howard made a pinky swear
that neither of you would attempt to woo her.
I had a patty melt.
Okay, fine, I betrayed Howard.
And Raj. All right, and Raj.
And me.
You?
Violation of the Roommate Agreement's
overnight guest notification clause.
Okay, fine, I-I'm a horrible human being.
I'm the Darth Vader of Pasadena.
You're far too short to be Darth Vader.
At best you might be a turncoat Ewok.
My point is: Priya's gone and it would be much better
if no one else found out about us.
You mean you want me to keep a secret?
Yes.
You know I can't keep a secret.
You can if you try.
Think about it this way:
um, if I were Batman and you were Alfred,
you'd keep that secret, right?
Why do you get to be Batman?
Because Batman has the secret.
Alfred has secrets, too.
Like what? Alfred knows
that Barbara Gordon is Batgirl.
Which I've now just told to Batman.
See, I cannot keep a secret.
Ta-dah!
What?
Ta-dah.
It's short for...
♪ Da-da-da-da! ♪
Kind of busy here, Sheldon.
I know, that's why I shortened it.
What do you want?
I came to go over your alibi for last night.
What alibi?
You've asked me
to lie on your behalf, and as you know,
I am deeply uncomfortable with impromptu dishonesty,
so I've provided you
with an ironclad alibi.
You couldn't have spent last night with Priya
because you were with another woman.
Oh, I'm so sure I'm gonna regret this,
but who was I with?
The fun-loving and morally loose Miss Maggie McGarry.
Oh, God.
You met her at Pasadena's most popular Irish watering hole,
Lucky Baldwin's, where Maggie spends her nights tending bar
with a head full of curls and a heart full of dreams.
"Leonard, call me if you are interested in coitus.
Sincerely, Maggie McGarry."
And if anyone were
to actually call that number, they will hear this.
FEMALE TEXT-TO-SPEECH VOICE: Top of the morning to you.
You've reached Maggie McGarry.
Leave a message after the wee little beep.
It's pretty convincing, huh?
That wasn't even a real person.
And here is the clincher:
a lock of Maggie's flaming auburn hair.
Where'd you get that?
From an orangutan in the primate lab.
An orangutan?
Well, no one's going
to run a DNA test on it, Leonard.
Honestly, you overthink everything.
Sheldon, I don't need an alibi.
Nobody's going to ask about last night
as long as you just zip your lip.
Thank you.
Now, don't worry, everything is going to be fine.
Hey.
Hey, Leonard, will you please tell Howard
my sister has never been attracted to him?
Come on, Raj,
how am I supposed to know
who she is attracted to or was attracted to
or who she might be attracted to in the future?
And I have nothing to contribute
to this conversation.
Because I, too, know absolutely nothing
about Priya's preferences in male companionship.
And with that, I will re-zip my lip.
Hey, so what did you guys think
of the new episode of Caprica last night?
I didn't see it.
Didn't see it?
What were you doing?
Uh, I was out.
What, on Caprica night?
Yeah, I, uh, went for a drink.
Really, you?
Where, w-where'd you go?
To, uh...
Lucky Baldwin's.
Oh, I've heard of that place.
Isn't that Pasadena's favorite Irish watering hole?
Yes.
Did you meet
anyone interesting there,
perhaps a promiscuous, redheaded barmaid?
As a matter of fact... I-I-I-I-I can't, I can't,
I can't do it.
Sure you can, you're doing fine, it's very believable.
I'm sorry, Raj, but the truth is,
I was with Priya last night.
Don't listen to him.
He's still light-headed from all the Irish whiskey
and pickled eggs in his system.
What were you doing with Priya?
I believe they engaged in coitus,
but more importantly,
if Leonard had not abandoned his story,
would you have found it plausible?
You slept with my sister?!
Yeah.
How could you? We had a pact.
Excuse me, I think "How could you? She's my sister"
takes precedence over a five-year-old pinky swear.
May I point out,
in a parallel universe, your friends are saying
"Maggie McGarry-- she sounds lovely."
Look, I-I admit it, I may have crossed a line here,
but come on, Raj, your sister is a grown woman,
and to her, I'm a forbidden piece of white chocolate.
I don't believe it.
This is a terrible betrayal of my trust.
No, w-w-would it help if I told you
that I offered her my heart, and she kind of stomped on it?
How hard did she stomp?
Very hard.
Okay, I'm good.
Well, Raj,
I just want to say that I'd never betray your trust.
Unlike Leonard, I respect you.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
Was it out of respect that you didn't tell Raj
about the time you dropped his iPhone in a urinal?
Dude, I put that thing on my face!
I think a more amusing violation of Raj's trust
is when Howard convinced him that foreigners give presents
to Americans on Thanksgiving.
Hey, I didn't see you giving back
your Snoopy snow cone maker.
That was all a lie?
This year's gifts are already wrapped.
And as long as we're talking about betraying our friends,
how about the month Sheldon spent grinding up insects
and mixing them into Leonard's food?
Well, excuse me.
That was not a betrayal.
That was an experiment to determine
at what concentration food starts tasting "mothy."
You put moths in my food?!
For science.
I can't believe you kissed my sister with moth mouth.
Well, I can't believe you used Sheldon's toothbrush.
You used my toothbrush?
Not the brush part, just the little rubber thing
to pick food from my teeth and massage my gums.
Okay, I-I think it's safe to say
that we've all done some things
we're not particularly proud of.
But come on, we're friends.
Friends overlook each other's minor lapses.
For the record, Howard, I'm sorry that I broke our pact.
Thank you.
And I'm sorry about your phone
and Thanksgiving.
And while we're at it,
you don't have to wash our clothes on the Fourth of July.
As long as we're apologizing,
Sheldon, I'm, I'm sorry I used your toothbrush.
And I'm sorry...
but that behavior is beyond the pale
and cannot be tolerated.
We are no longer friends.
I got you a talking Thomas the Tank Engine for Thanksgiving.
With real puffing smoke?
Yes.
All right.
But I'm watching you.
Hey, you've got Snoopy out.
Can I have a snow cone?
Well, sure.
This is pretty good.
What flavor is this?
Guess.
Papaya? No.
Guava? You're so close.
I give up.
Mango caterpillar.
What are you doing?!
You said you liked it.
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