Sheldon, what the hell are you doing?
Same thing I've been doing for three days. Trying to figure out why electrons behave as if they have no mass when traveling through a graphene sheet.
With marbles?
I needed something bigger than peas now, didn't I?
Sheldon, when was the last time you got any sleep?
I don't know, two, three days? Not important. I don't need sleep. I need answers. I need to determine where, in this swamp of unbalanced formulas squateth the toad of truth.
[aside to Leonard] The toad of truth? Is that a physics thing?
No, that's a crazy thing.
[making her way to Sheldon] Okay, Sheldon, what happens to our neuro-receptors when we don't get enough REM sleep?
[looks at Bernadette] They lose their sensitivity to seratonin and norepinephrine.
Which leads to…?
Impaired cognitive function.
Right. [firmly, pointing at his bedroom] So march in there, brush your teeth and go to bed!
[in a childish manner] …But I don't wanna go to bed.
[firmly] I'm gonna count to three. One…
[exasperated] Oh, all right! [leaves]
[shocked] That was amazing how you handled him.
I know how to deal with stubborn children. My mother used to run an illegal daycare center in our basement.





