Mrs. Wolowitz’s house: 1st floor
Bernadette: Almost there. You're doing great.
Howard: Thanks for lifting my spirits. Next time, try lifting the box.
Raj: Please hurry.
Mrs. Wolowitz: I don't need a treadmill!
Howard: The doctor says you need to get exercise!
Mrs. Wolowitz: I get plenty of exercise!
Howard: Crushing my will to live isn't exercise!
Raj: If she isn't gonna use it, then why are we doing this?
Howard: She'll use it. All I need is to rig it with a fishing pole and a HoneyBaked Ham.
Raj: All right. Now what?
Bernadette: We set it up in Howie's old room.
Raj: Do you know how to set it up?
Howard: Please, I'm an MIT-trained engineer. I think I can handle... Ma, look out!
Mrs. Wolowitz: I told you this thing would kill me!
Leonard and Sheldon’s apartment: living room
Raj: So she's gonna be laid up for at least six weeks.
Leonard: Poor Mrs. Wolowitz.
Amy: Should we do something for her?
Sheldon: I know. Let's go see the new Spider-Man movie.
Amy: Sheldon, we're talking about your friend's mother. She got hurt.
Sheldon: I thought that subject had run its course, so I changed it. It's called reading the room, Amy.
Penny: Hi.
Leonard: Hey, how were things on the set?
Penny: Uh, pretty good, actually.
Leonard: So the movie's not as bad as you thought?
Penny: Oh, no, it is, but I decided, instead of complaining about it, I'm just gonna go in every day and give it my all.
Amy: Good for you.
Penny: Thanks. There's no reason why I shouldn't be the best bisexual go-go dancer slowly transforming into a killer gorilla anyone's ever seen.
Leonard: I don't know. The bisexual gorilla go-go dancer in Schindler's List is tough to beat.
Sheldon: Ah, very good. Because a gorilla go-go dancer of any sexual preference would be out of place in a film about the Holocaust.
Leonard: It only gets funnier when you explain it, Sheldon.
Sheldon: I know.
Mrs. Wolowitz’s house: living room
Howard: Okay, she's all settled in the guest room.
Bernadette: Maybe we should get one of those machines to help her up the stairs.
Howard: You mean a forklift?
Bernadette: Howie...
Howard: I'm sorry. I just can't deal with this right now.
Bernadette: Taking care of your own mother? How can you say that?
Howard: Bernie, she's gonna be off her feet for six to eight weeks. Are you prepared to feed her, wash her and take her to the toilet?
Bernadette: I would do it for my mother.
Howard: Yeah, of course you would-- you're a loving person. I'm what my people would call a putz.
Bernadette: Look, I'm not crazy about the idea, but what other choice do we have?
Howard: We get a nurse. Preferably someone from a Third World country who's used to suffering and unpleasant smells.
Bernadette: You'd hire a total stranger to take care of the woman who raised you? That's so cruel.
Howard: Not if we pay them well and let them listen to the music of their homeland.
Mrs. Wolowitz: I need to tinkle!
Howard: Sounds like a job for a loving person… Would you like me to play some Polish music while you carry her to the toilet?
Bernadette: You are a putz.
Howard: As advertised.
Movie
Sheldon: Thanks for coming with me.
Raj: Thanks for inviting me after everyone else said no… Aren't you gonna get 3-D glasses?
Sheldon: I brought my own. No sense in risking bridge-of-nose herpes.
Raj: Is that a real thing?
Sheldon: Well, until they invent nose condoms, I'm not finding out.
Raj: Emily! Hey!
Emily: Oh, hey, Raj.
Raj: Uh, this is my friend, Sheldon. Sheldon, this is Emily.
Sheldon: Oh, yes, you're the dermatologist. I went for a walk yesterday without sunscreen. Do you see anything on my forehead that I should be concerned about?
Emily: Um, you know what? I better go. My movie's about to start.
Raj: Are you here alone?
Emily: No, not really.
Raj: What do you mean, "not really"?
Travis: Hey, should we get our seats?
Emily: Yeah. It was nice seeing you. Um, I'll call you later.
Raj: Yeah, okay.
Sheldon: That was awkward, right?
Raj: Uh-huh.
Sheldon: Is it because she's dating you but was out with that other fellow?
Raj: Yes.
Sheldon: Good. I thought she saw something on my forehead.
Set
Kenneth: And... Action.
Wil Wheaton: Please don't shut me out.
Penny: Go away. Just go away.
Wil Wheaton: I swear, I will find a way to turn you back.
Penny: What gave you the right to mix my DNA with that of a killer gorilla?
Wil Wheaton: I was trying to save your life.
Penny: Life? What life? Look at me! I'm a monster! And now I have blood on my hands, or paws. I don't know.
Wil Wheaton: You can't give up. I love you.
Penny: I love you, too. But I'm afraid I love killing more. Like, one day, I might actually try and kill you!
Kenneth: And... Cut. All right… All right, let's set up for the next scene.
Penny: Actually, you know what? Can we do one more? I think I could do it better.
Kenneth: Let's just move on. No one cares.
Penny: Well, I care. I mean, look, if we're gonna do this, why not try and make it something we're actually proud of?
Kenneth: Look, sweetie, this movie is garbage, but you should be happy about that, 'cause if it was a good movie, you wouldn't be in it.
Leonard: Whoa, whoa, hang on. There's no need to insult her.
Kenneth: And who are you?
Leonard: I'm her boyfriend.
Kenneth: Isn't she too hot for you?
Leonard: A little, yeah.
Kenneth: Well, boyfriend, get off my set.
Penny: You can't do that. He's with me.
Kenneth: You know what? You can get off my set, too. You're fired.
Penny: What? You can't fire me. I'm the star. I'm the girl that goes bananas. It says so on the poster.
Kenneth: Yeah, but we just shot the last scene where we see your face. So from now own, the star of the movie is whoever wears this.
Wil Wheaton: Hey, if you're gonna fire her, then you have to fire me, too.
Bar
Wil Wheaton: Wow, that fell apart really fast.
Leonard and Sheldon’s apartment: kitchen
Raj: Thanks for skipping the movie. I couldn't sit in that theatre for two hours wondering about Emily and that guy.
Sheldon: Oh, quite all right. After my forehead melanoma scare, I've learned not to sweat the small stuff… Well, sorry, I don't have all the ingredients to make chai tea.
Raj: You don't have to make me anything.
Sheldon: No, I do. You're upset about Emily and you're Indian. I need to make you chai tea… Now, I have all the ingredients except cardamom seeds. Do you happen to have any on you?
Raj: Sorry, I left them in my turban.
Sheldon: Oh, I'll make English breakfast tea. They destroyed your culture. That's close enough… You know, I'm curious, why are you so upset about seeing Emily with another man?
Raj: Wouldn't you be upset if you saw Amy out with someone else?
Sheldon: Can't happen. We have an ironclad relationship agreement which precludes her from physical contact with anyone other than me.
Raj: But you don't have sex with her, either.
Sheldon: Slick, huh?
Raj: To be truthful, Emily and I haven't dated that long, and we never agreed to be exclusive to each other.
Sheldon: Have you had intercourse?
Raj: No.
Sheldon: Well, stick to your guns. There will be a lot of pressure.
Mrs. Wolowitz’s house: living room
Mrs. Wolowitz: I'm hungry again!
Howard: It's like the world's fattest cuckoo clock.
Bernadette: You know, you're always talking about having a baby someday. This is exactly what it's gonna be like.
Howard: No, it's not.
Bernadette: Come on. The constant fussing, eating, pooping, burping, drooling. We're even waiting for the day when she can finally walk on her own.
Howard: Maybe you're right. Anything she finds on the floor goes right in her mouth.
Bernadette: I'm just telling you now, if we do have kids, don't expect me to do all the work.
Howard: Hey, I'm a very paternal person. I'd be excellent at taking care of a baby.
Mrs. Wolowitz: I'm still hungry!
Howard: I'm coming, you big baby!
Bar
Penny: You know, the only thing worse than doing a movie where they glue monkey hair to your ass is getting fired from a movie where they glue monkey hair to your ass.
Wil Wheaton: Forget it, man, it's crap. You just move on to the next thing.
Penny: Yeah, well, it's easy for you to say. You used to be famous.
Wil Wheaton: Hey. I just lost a job for you.
Penny: You're right, I'm sorry, you're famous.
Wil Wheaton: Penny, it's not about being famous. It's about the art. It's about the passion we have for our craft… I have an audition for Sharknado 2! If I book this, I am totally gonna pay you back for this beer.
Penny: God, what am I doing with my life?
Leonard: You having second thoughts about acting?
Penny: You were on set, you saw what it was like.
Leonard: Yeah, but it's not always that bad.
Penny: Oh, really?
Leonard: What about when you did, uh, Anne Frank at that cute little theater?
Penny: It was over a bowling alley.
Leonard: Yeah, but... There was ample parking.
Penny: Are you done?
Leonard: And you were so good in the TV commercial.
Penny: It was for hemorrhoid cream.
Leonard: And I got itchy and swollen just watching you.
Penny: Leonard, you are really not cheering me up.
Leonard: Come on. How can you be sad when you're going home with all five-foot-six of this?
Penny: Hmm. You think you're five-foot-six, that's funny.
Leonard and Sheldon’s apartment: living room
Raj: I don't understand it. I'm a nice guy, I have a great job, I'm well-educated, come from a good family... Why don't women want to be with me?
Sheldon: An interesting question… Well... Good night.
Raj: What? Don't send me home. I can't be alone right now.
Sheldon: That's your problem. You can't be alone.
Raj: What do you mean?
Sheldon: How many women have you had dates with?
Raj: Eleven.
Sheldon: How many of those women did you think would become your perfect companion?
Raj: Eleven. Wait. Do I count the 200-pound Sailor Moon girl that Howard and I had a threesome with at Comic Con?
Sheldon: Sure.
Raj: I'll stick with 11. She liked Howard better.
Sheldon: Well, now do you see the problem?
Raj: Maybe. I... I don't know. You... It's late, I-I should... I should go… Look, I-I do get what you're saying. Instead of desperately clinging to any woman who will go out with me, I need to work on my fear of being alone.
Sheldon: I was trying to suggest chemical castration, but... It's my bedtime, so whatever gets you out the door. Good night.
Mrs. Wolowitz’s house: living room
Bernadette: Howie, I'm back!
Howard: Shh-shh-shh, I just got her to sleep.
Bernadette: Sorry.
Howard: What took you so long? The grocery store is a few blocks away.
Bernadette: They only had regular yogurt. I had to go to a different store to get the extra-fat kind your mom likes.
Howard: Then why do I smell coffee on your breath?
Bernadette: So what? After two days of taking care of her, excuse me for stopping to get a mocha.
Howard: A mocha? Well, it must be nice to be queen.
Bernadette: Queen? I've been killing myself here!
Howard: Well, whose fault is that? I wanted to get a nurse, but you were all, "I'm nice. I want to take care of people."
Bernadette: I'm glad I got that mocha. And you know what else I'm glad about? I bought you a brownie and I ate it in the car!
Mrs. Wolowitz: Howard!
Howard: Thanks a lot. Now I have to go rub her belly again.
Raj’s apartment
Raj: Hey.
Emily: Thanks for letting me come over.
Raj: Of course. Please, come in.
Emily: I just wanted to say how sorry I am about tonight, and... I want to make sure that we're okay.
Raj: Uh, look, you and I haven't made any commitments to each other.
Emily: I know. I just felt like I needed to explain. The guy I was with did my last tattoo, and he's been asking me out for months. I finally said yes just to get it over with.
Raj: It's okay.
Emily: Really?
Raj: Well, I mean, yeah, it freaked me out a little, but that's my issue, not yours.
Emily: Wow. If I saw you out with another woman, I'd be pretty upset.
Raj: Thank you… Not just for being upset, but for believing that could happen.
Emily: Just so you know, I'm not seeing anyone else.
Raj: Well, me, neither.
Emily: Okay.
Raj: Okay. Please. So, uh... You... You have tattoos?
Emily: Yeah.
Raj: I don't. I have a hole in my belly button that may or may not have been a piercing.
Emily: That's cool.
Raj: It's a piercing… So, uh... How many tattoos?
Emily: One on my shoulder, one not on my shoulder and one really not on my shoulder.
Raj: It's, uh... Been a long time since I've seen a girl's... Really not her shoulder.
Emily: Well... How about you show me your piercing and I show you my tattoos?
Raj: But, uh, before I take my shirt off, I just need like ten minutes to do some crunches.
Penny’s apartment
Penny: Oh, my God. What a day.
Leonard: Can I get you anything?
Penny: No. I need to start making some smart decisions.
Leonard: With your career?
Penny: With my life.
Leonard: Like what?
Penny: I don't know. We could get married.
Leonard: Come on, be serious.
Penny: I am.
Leonard: Why? Because I'm a-a "smart decision"?
Penny: Well, yeah.
Leonard: So I'm like a bran muffin.
Penny: What... No, that's not what I'm saying.
Leonard: No, it's exactly what you're saying. I'm the boring thing you're choosing because I'm good for you.
Penny: What does it matter? The point is, I'm choosing you.
Leonard: Well, it matters a lot! I don't want to be a bran muffin. I-I want to be a... Cinnabon, you know? A strawberry Pop-Tart… Something you're excited about even though it could give you diabetes.
Penny: Sweetie, you can be any pastry you want.
Leonard: No, no. No, it's too late. I-I'm your bran muffin. Probably fat-free and good for your colon.
Penny: You know what? Forget it. I never should've brought it up.
Leonard: You know I want to marry you, but you're only doing this because you got fired and you're feeling sorry for yourself.
Penny: Okay, it may look that way, but getting fired from that movie was the best thing that could have happened to me, okay? I finally realize I don't need to be famous or have some big career to be happy.
Leonard: Then what do you need?
Penny: You, you stupid Pop-Tart!
Leonard: Oh… Then I guess I'm in.
Penny: Really? You "guess you're in"?
Leonard: Not like, "I guess I'm in." Like "I guess... I'm in!"
Penny: Okay. Cool.
Leonard: So is that it? Are... Are we engaged?
Penny: Yeah, I think so.
Leonard: All right.
Penny: What's wrong?
Leonard: I'm not sure. Just... Feels a little anticlimactic.
Penny: Yeah, it kind of does, huh?
Leonard: Oh, I know… This might help.
Penny: Where did you get a ring?
Leonard: I've... Had it for a couple years, not important… Penny... Will you marry me?
Penny: Oh, my God, yes.
Leonard: This would have been so much more romantic if you didn't have monkey hair on your finger.
Mrs. Wolowitz’s house: living room
Howard: How you feeling?
Bernadette: Last night was a little rough, but I think we're gonna get through this.
Howard: I'm proud of us.
Bernadette: Me, too.
Mrs. Wolowitz: Where's my pancakes?!
Nurse: Coming, Mrs. Wolowitz!
Bernadette: You were right.
Howard: Welcome to Team Putz.
