Sheldon: Wooh, Iím all sweaty, anybody want to log on to second life and go
swimming, I just built a virtual pool.
Leonard: No, I canít look at you or your avatar right now.
Sheldon: Well, at least now you can retrieve the black box from the twisted
smouldering wreckage that was once your fantasy of dating her, and analyse the
that you donít crash into geek mountain again.
Howard: I disagree, love is not a sprint, itís a marathon. A relentless pursuit
that only ends when she falls into your arms. Or hits you with the pepper spray.Howard: Sheldon, if you were a robot, and I knew and you didnít, would you want
me to tell you?
Sheldon: That depends. When I learn that Iím a robot, will I be able to handle
Howard: Maybe, although the history of science-fiction is not on your side.
Sheldon: Uh, let me ask you this. When I learn that Iím a robot, would I be
bound by Asimovís three laws of robotics?
Raj: You might be bound by them right now.
Howard: Thatís true. Have you ever harmed a human being, or through inaction
allowed a human being to come to harm?
Sheldon: Of course not.
Howard: Have you ever harmed yourself, or allowed yourself to be harmed except
in cases where a human being would have been endangered?
Sheldon: Well, no.
Howard: I smell robot.
Leonard (entering): Hey, whatís going on.
Sheldon: The internetís been down for half an hour.
Raj: Also, Sheldon may be a robot.Sheldon: Oh, Iíve seen that look before. This is just going to be two weeks of
moping and tedious emo songs, and calling me to come down to pet stores to look
cats. I donít know if I can take it.Sheldon: If youíre compiling a mix CD for a double suicide. (Leonard is taking
supplies out of a bag) Oh, I hope that scratching post is for you.
Leonard: I know what youíre thinking, Iíve taken your asthma into account.
Thereís a feline geneticist in San Diego who has developed the cutest little
hypo-allergenic calicos.Sheldon: Leonard, do you really think you can satisfy your need for a
relationship with a genetically altered cat?
Leonard: Maybe, if itís a cute little cuddly cat.
Sheldon: Oh, come on, Leonard! This is obviously about Penny.
Leonard: It doesnít matter. The womanís not interested in me, the woman rejected
Sheldon: Okay, look, I think that you have as much of a chance of having a
sexual relationship with Penny as the Hubble Telescope does of discovering at
of every black hole is a little man with a flashlight searching for a circuit
breaker. Nevertheless, I do feel obligated to point out to you that she did no
reject you. You
did not ask her out.Penny: Six thirty.
Leonard: And thatís still good for you.
Penny: Itís fine.
Leonard: Cos itís not carved in stone.
Penny: No, six thirtyís great.
Leonard: Iíll get my chisel.
Leonard: ToÖ carve theÖ okay, Iíll see you six thirty.Leonard: Can you tell Iím perspiring a little?
Sheldon: No. The dark crescent-shaped patterns under your arms conceal it
nicely. What time is your date?
Leonard: Six thirty.
Sheldon: Perfect, that gives you two hours and fifteen minutes for that dense
molecular cloud of Aramis to dissipate.
Leonard: Is it too much?
Sheldon: Not if youíre a rugby team.Leonard: No reason. Oh, you know what, maybe this isnít such a good idea.
Sheldon: Oh, no, no, no, well now, thereís always the possibility that alcohol
and poor judgement on her part might lead to a nice romantic evening.
Leonard: Youíre right, alcohol, poor judgement, it could go well.
Sheldon: Of course, thereís the other possibility that this date kicks off a
rather unpleasant six months of the two of you passing awkwardly in the hall
until one of you
breaks down and moves to another zip code.
Leonard: You could have stopped at ďit could go well.Ē
Sheldon: If I could of, I would of.
Leonard: I mean, Iím a perfectly nice guy. Thereís no reason we couldnít go to
the restaurant and have a lovely dinner. Maybe take a walk afterwards, talk
things we have in common, ďyou love pottery? I love pottery!Ē You know, thereís
a pause, we both know whatís happening, I lean in, we kiss, itís a little
first but then I realise, sheís kissing me back, and sheís biting my lower lip,
you know, she wants me, this thing is going the distance, weíre going to have
God! Oh, my God!
Sheldon: Is the sex starting now?
Leonard: Iím having a panic attack.Penny: So, whatís new in the world of physics?
Penny: Really, nothing?
Leonard: Well, with the exception of string theory, not much has happened since
the 1930ís, and you canít prove string theory, at best you can say ďhey, look,
idea has an internal logical consistency.Ē
Penny: Ah. Well Iím sure things will pick up.Sheldon: So, how was your date?