You know… I'm given to understand that there's an entire city in Nevada… designed specifically to help people like Howard forget their problems… and replace them with new problems such as alcoholism, gambling addiction and sexually transmitted diseases.
I can’t sleep on your couch. I sleep in a bed. And, given it’s dimensions I have no intention of living out E.M. Snickering’s beloved children’s book, The Tall Man From Cornwall.
[after Leonard refuses to check a message from Stuart, assuming it's about Penny] You have to check your messages, Leonard! The leaving of a message is one half of a social contract which is completed by the checking of the message. If that contract breaks down then all social contracts break down and we descend into anarchy!
Well, I'm a Hindu. My religion teaches that if we suffer in this life, we are rewarded in the next. Three months at the North Pole with Sheldon and I'm reborn as a well-hung billionaire with wings!
[Leonard, Raj and Howard are in the Cheesecake Factory freezer along with Sheldon, forced by the latter to perform exercises that mimic the movement of their tasks when they will be at the North Pole, but after less than a minute they have enough]
Gentlemen, use your imagination. Innovate. Did Han Solo let Luke Skywalker freeze to death on the ice planet of Hoth? No. He cut open a tauntaun and used its internal body heat to warm him up.
