That was the closest I've come to sex
in, like, two years.
Now I feel a little gross.
You're only making it seem more real for me.
Hey, that's my wife.
If anyone's gonna make her feel gross about sex, it's me.
Can we please talk about something
other than my depressing love life?
How about Penny's depressing acting career?
Hey.
I mean, it's been a little tough,
but Penny's following her dreams,
and in my book, that is not depressing.
Aw... Thank you.
Is that book called Lies I Tell to Get Sex?
Is that a real book?
I would totally read that book.
Can I borrow it when you're done?
Well, I'll have you guys know
I turned down a part in a movie last week.
Why would you do that?
Because it was crap.
It's a sequel to that awful
killer gorilla movie I was in.
Serial Ape-ist?
I thought you died in that.
She does.
42 minutes in.
While showering topless,
16 minutes after brief side butt
during a pillow fight with her sorority sisters.
I have an eidetic memory.
I don't know what his problem is.
Okay, well, there are no shower scenes in this one.
They just try to clone me from my corpse,
but my DNA gets mixed with the ape's DNA
and I end up running around with giant gorilla hands and feet.
Am I missing something,
or isn't that the part she was born to play?
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So are you really not gonna do this movie?
Well, I don't think it's the kind of part
that's good for my career.
Well, but don't a lot of famous actors
get their start doing bad movies?
Okay, I don't think Meryl Streep ever had to say...
"Must keep gorilla hands
from killing again!"
If she did, it would be amazing.
That woman can do no wrong.
I-I don't know anything about show business,
so if you think it's reasonable to turn down paid work
and just burn through your savings,
I'm sure you know what you're doing.
I think we're gonna go.
Are you sure?
We were making fun of failed careers.
We didn't get to tap the juicy vein that is Howard's.
Hey, I work at the same university you do.
Yes, and Hawkeye's in the Avengers,
but no one ever says, "Help, Hawkeye!"
Can I ask you something?
Why do you constantly feel the need to put down my husband?
Oh, I'm sure
he does it out of love.
The same way my boyfriend makes me feel terrible
about my life choices.
I think we're gonna go.
No, no, no. This is not a fight.
I-I was just excited that someone offered you a part
and a little surprised that you'd rather sit at home
and do nothing than take it.
Now it's a fight.
Well, with that sorted out,
I'm happy to answer your question, Bernadette.
Howard started it.
I didn't do anything. I was just sitting here.
I wasn't referring to this evening.
Ten years ago, upon first seeing me,
your husband claimed that I looked like C-3PO
and Pee-wee Herman.
And he called me C-3P-wee Herman.
Still funny.
That was ten years ago.
Nine years, 11 months and three weeks ago,
he followed that up by replacing the slides for my lecture
with photographs of nude fat women bending over.
Really?
The lecture was on cosmic gas clouds.
That's funny!
I was there. It was funny.
In any event, that began a decade-long progression
of insults, pranks and unwanted magazine subscriptions.
To this day, I still get a monthly copy
of Granny on Granny.
Which, other than its surprisingly fun puzzle page,
is complete filth.
Thanks for walking me to my car.
Actually, it's for both of us.
Last night, I watched West Side Story,
and I'm a little freaked out by street gangs.
Why can't Raj find a girl?
The mystery continues.
I don't appreciate your sarcasm,
but we've still got two blocks to go, so I'll put up with it.
Whatever happened with your online dating?
No one was writing me back, so I stopped checking my profile.
Before I met Sheldon, I was ready to give up, too.
Once, I even dropped in on my OB/GYN
just to get some human contact.
It has been a while since I got my prostate checked.
Then I met Sheldon and look at where we are now.
What? You've kissed, like, once in three years.
That's true. Do whatever you want.
Hey.
Hello.
Listen, I was thinking
you and I could probably try to be better friends.
Really?
I was thinking what we have now is a bit much.
Seriously, I was talking to Bernadette last night and...
she made some great points.
You and I have known each other a long time,
and I didn't hear the rest 'cause she took her bra off.
Very well.
How do you propose we move forward?
Uh, for starters, we could stop insulting each other.
That's a great idea.
And in the spirit of our new arrangement,
I will mask my surprise that you came up with it.
Anyway, I got invited to do a little talk at NASA
in Houston this weekend.
They gave me two tickets. Bernadette can't go.
You want to come with me?
You can visit your mom,
and I'll show you around the space center.
I have one question.
Is this a prank...
where we land in Houston
and you've made up wanted posters
that have my face with a mustache and a Spanish name
and then I get arrested and deported to South America?
No.
I'm glad because I would not have seen that coming.
Amy, I could use some help.
Oh. Let me guess. There's an...
undergrad in a leather jacket
snapping his fingers by the water fountain.
I thought about what you said last night,
and I went back on the dating Web site
and I was looking at this girl's profile.
She's amazing.
Oh, she's cute.
And smart. Phi Beta Kappa.
And judging by her lack of Adam's apple,
she's been female her entire life.
I like that in a woman.
Great, so what do you need me for?
Well, I was up all night trying to write to her,
but I wanted to run it by you first.
All right.
"Emily,
your face is like a precious dew-kissed flower..."
Wow.
I know. Powerful stuff, huh?
No.
You're supposed to be yourself, not all...
desperate and creepy.
Okay, I'm getting some mixed messages here.
Just say something normal like, "I saw your profile.
"Looks like we have a lot in common; let's get
a cup of coffee sometime." Yes. "Where I can be
jealous of the cup touching your ruby lips."
Or you just write it for me.
I'm not gonna pretend to be you.
I don't want you to pretend to be me.
You can be like my, uh, online wingman.
Like if we met her at a bar and you talked me up.
Well, what would I say to her?
Just tell her what I'm really like.
And, if you think it'll help,
that you saw me changing once and my package reminded you
of the muscular tail of a jaguar.
Use your own words.
Thanks again for taking me to the pharmacy.
Oh, it's no problem. Is everything okay?
Oh, I'm fine. It's just some, uh,
stomach medication for my trip.
There's the remote yet distinct possibility
that I may end up in South America.
Remember the old days when I would've said something dumb
like "Why?"
Uh, that doesn't sound good.
Remember the old days when I used to point out
that your check engine light was on?
Yes. Well, get ready
to stroll down memory lane: Penny, your check engine...
Yeah, I know it's on, Sheldon!
Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I cannot afford this right now.
Maybe it's just something minor.
Ooh, good news, the light just went out.
Are we playing individual or teams?
Teams are fun.
Oh, in that case, I'd like to be partnered
with my good friend Howard.
But I'm always on Howard's team.
We're best friends.
The kind who finish each others...
I really don't think we do tha...
do that! See?
Oh, hi. Oh, how'd it go
at the mechanic?
Not great. Can I talk to you for a sec?
Yeah, sure.
Maybe I can go with you guys to Houston?
Isn't it a little late to get plane tick...
plane tickets? Yeah.
Will you please sto...
stop that? Okay.
I don't know what to do.
My car threw a rod and it's totaled.
I can't afford a new one, I have no job,
and now I can't drive to auditions.
I'm so sorry.
I know it's a sensitive subject,
but can you reconsider that part in the movie?
I did. I called them. The part's gone.
They gave it to someone else.
Now that girl's gonna get discovered and become famous
and go on Letterman and talk about how she got her big break
on a cheap monkey movie
all because some dumb girl thought it was beneath her.
At least they talked about you on Letterman.
Come on, I can drive you wherever you need to go.
How? Unlike me, you have a job.
I'm just gonna have to go back to being a waitress... - Oh.
like I will be for the rest of my life.
Leonard, would you wrap it up?
We're waiting on you.
I'm sorry, is the fact that my life's falling apart
interfering with your board game?
It is.
You were wrong, friend Howard.
She completely understood.
Hey, you busy?
No. What's up?
Have you heard back from Emily?
I have.
Great! And?
And I'm afraid
she doesn't think you're right for her.
I give you one simple thing to do...
contact a complete stranger and make her fall in love with me...
and you blow it!
I told her what a good guy you are, but
she thought it was a bad sign
that you didn't write to her yourself.
She thought it made you seem too shy and passive.
I'm not too shy and passive.
You write her back and tell her I said that.
You know, when you have a second.
Look, I'll see if I can change her mind tomorrow night.
What's happening tomorrow night?
I'm meeting her for coffee.
What?
Well, we just... we e-mailed back and forth a bit,
and we kind of hit it off.
I find a girl I like, and you're stealing her?
No.
We just ended up having a lot in common.
We went to Harvard, we like Chaucer,
we're both hardcore into quilting.
Your words fall like acid rain
on the wounded petals of my heart.
That's Sheldon.
He says he'll be down in a minute.
What are you doing?
Oh, he's not coming out until he sees proof
you don't have an air freshener in your car.
This is gonna be a long weekend for you.
You're the reason I'm doing it! I said
to stop insulting each other.
I didn't tell you to take him on a romantic getaway.
How do I know what you said?
Damn you and your noise-cancelling breasts.
Hello.
Hi. Hey, buddy.
You excited for Texas?
Oh, very much so.
It's not every day you get to tour NASA with a real astronaut.
Who's the real astronaut?
Buzz Aldrin.
Oh. Yay!
Howard?
What now?
I have to go to the bathroom.
You just went to the bathroom.
I didn't use it because it didn't seem safe.
Despite all my e-mails, the toilet didn't have a seatbelt.
Well, it still doesn't.
I realize that,
but safety concerns went out the window two apple juices ago.
Fine.
Why are you getting annoyed?
I'm trying to be a better friend,
but you constantly say and do irritating things.
Like when? When?
How about in the car?
I'm an astronaut, and you know it.
You just don't like admitting it, because you're jealous.
Well, truth be told,
as a child, I did dream of going to space.
Those astronauts were my heroes.
And...
when you got to go, it was hard for me.
Thank you.
Because it made me realize they'll just
send anyone up there.
Aren't you going to let me out?
No.
But I still need to use the bathroom.
Here you go. Be creative.
What's the matter? Scared of a little turbulence?
No, turbulence is just the equalization
of diurnal temperature variations in the atmosphere.
I'm not scared at all.
Oh, apple juice, stay where you are.
Oh, this is nothing.
I experienced way worse
when I was plummeting back to Earth,
apparently not being a real astronaut.
Okay, that was a big one.
I take it back. I'm scared of turbulence!
I'm gonna need that bag back.
You sure you want to do this?
Yeah. Why wouldn't I want to get my old job back?
It'll be fun to see everyone.
I haven't talked to them since I said,
"I quit. See you at the Oscars, bitches."
Come on, let's just get this over with.
"Let's get this over with."
Am I driving you to the Cheesecake Factory,
or are we having sex?
I'm just... I'm trying to lighten the mood.
I know. Thank you. Sorry.
It's just so humiliating.
So humiliating?
Am I driving you to the Cheesecake Factory...?
I'm sorry. I'll-I'll stop. I'll stop.
Come on, don't look so sad.
You never know what's gonna happen.
Maybe tonight will be great. Sweetie, I know you're trying
to make me feel better, and I love you for that,
but it's making me feel worse, and I kind of hate you.
This isn't your car.
I know. I thought we'd take yours.
I don't understand.
It's nothing fancy, but it'll get you to auditions,
and at least for now, you don't have to go back to waitressing.
I don't know what to say.
Don't say anything.
Oh, my God.
I mean, you could say, "Thank you."
I did just buy you a car.
Mmm.
Look, I admit that it's odd
that Rajesh didn't write to you himself,
but if you get to know him,
you'll see he's just a sweet, regular guy.
As a counterpoint, here he is, uninvited and visibly sweaty.
Hello, Emily.
Hello. Amy told me
you were concerned that I might be too passive and shy.
Let me ask you something.
Would a passive guy barge in here
to look you in the eye and say,
"Hey, dew-kissed flower, what's up?"
No, but a weird guy with no boundaries might.
Uh, okay, that's a separate issue.
Let's put a pin in that and just focus on the passive thing.
I'm leaving.
Are we still going to go to that Chaucer reading Friday?
You know, I think I'm just gonna go by myself.
Not my best first date.
Yeah, but not my worst, either.
I'm sorry for every mean thing I ever did or said to you!
I'm sorry, too! It's all my fault!
If you weren't my friend,
there'd be a hole in my life!
Thank you, Sheldon.
Kind of like when Firefly was cancelled.
But not as big.
The captain has turned off the fasten seat belt sign.
You're now free to move about the cabin.
It's over. Yeah.
Should we stop holding hands now?
In a minute. Okay, good.
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