No, seriously, I think
I've finally figured out my problem with women.
The capybara is the largest member of the rodent family.
What does that have to do with me and women?
Nothing. It was a desperate attempt
to introduce an alternate topic of conversation.
My problem is, I don't project confidence.
So I decided that the next time I meet a woman
I think is attractive, rather than holding back
and being cautious, I'm going to assume
the mantle of self-assurance.
Oh, yeah? What's that look like?
Hi.
I'm Leonard.
And you are beautiful.
You pop, sparkle and buzz electric.
I'm going to pick you up at 8:00,
show you a night you will never forget.
Where are we going?
Good news.
I made it onto the team
for the new Defense Department
laser-equipped surveillance satellite.
Excuse me.
If we're changing topics, I believe I have first dibs
with capybara, a rodent the size of a baby hippo.
Congratulations, Howard.
Thanks.
Listen, I have to get a security clearance,
so you guys might be hearing from the FBI.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
I don't want to speak to the FBI.
Why not?
I'm brown and I talk funny.
They're just doing a background check on me.
It doesn't matter; they'll find a reason
to give me a one-way ticket back to Gandhi-ville.
By the way,
when I say that, it's not offensive.
Don't be ridiculous, Raj.
You're here legally.
Nobody cares. Do you know how long it's been
since I got through airport security
without being given a colonoscopy?
You know, I try very hard
to make our lunch hours educational and informative,
but your insistence on talking about your own lives
stymies me at every turn.
Fine, Sheldon, tell us about your giant rodents.
1No, you squandered your time with me,
and the moment has now passed.
Feast on your disappointment,
much as the capybara feasts on its own waste.
♪ Our whole universe was in a hot, dense state ♪
♪ Then nearly 14 billion years ago expansion started... Wait! ♪
♪ The Earth began to cool ♪
♪ The autotrophs began to drool, Neanderthals developed tools ♪
♪ We built the Wall ♪ ♪ We built the pyramids ♪
♪ Math, Science, History, unraveling the mystery ♪
♪ That all started with a big bang ♪
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Oh, Bella, don't you see?
Edward's only pushing you away because he loves you.
Coming.
Dr. Koothrappali?
I'm Special Agent Page, FBI.
May I come in?
I'd like to talk to you about Howard Wolowitz.
Oh, thank you.
All right.
Well, how long have you known Mr. Wolowitz?
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Rum cake?
No, thanks.
Now, about Mr. Wolowitz...
Seven years.
I see.
I'm in this country legally, you know.
I'm sure you are.
Now, to your knowledge, has Mr. Wolowitz ever committed a crime?
Of course not.
I'm here on an H-1B visa,
which means I can't be associated in any way
with crime or criminal activity.
And I'm not.
Good.
To your knowledge, does Mr. Wolowitz
have any foreign contacts?
No, just me.
Oh, there it is.
Here comes a cavity search.
Excuse me?
Please don't send me back to India; it's so crowded!
It's like the whole country is one endless Comic-Con,
except everybody's wearing the same costume: Indian Guy.
Dr. Koothrappali, I'm not... I love this country!
The-the baseball, the freedom,
the rampant morbid obesity!
From California to the New York Island!
I'm a real Yankee Doodle boy!
Dr. Koothrappali, please.
♪ My country 'tis of thee... ♪
♪ ...liberty ♪
♪ It's really great. ♪
So, when Howard said the FBI would be contacting me,
I was expecting Mulder.
Glad to see I got Scully.
Who?
Mulder and Scully.
X-Files.
"The truth is out there."
Never mind.
Uh, so, what would you like to know?
You work with Mr. Wolowitz here at the university, correct?
Yes. Of course, we're in different departments.
He's an engineer and I'm an experimental physicist.
You know, one of those guys
who examines the building blocks of creation
and says, "Hello, maker of the universe.
"I see what you did there.
Good one."
Right.
Now, how would you characterize
your relationship with Mr. Wolowitz?
Good.
It's a good relationship.
Of course, most of my relationships are good.
Probably because I exude confidence.
People are drawn to that, you know?
Confidence, not exuding.
Do you know of any groups Mr. Wolowitz is a member of?
You are beautiful,
you know that?
You pop, sparkle and buzz electric.
I'm going to pick you up at 8:00,
show you a night you will never forget.
Sounds great.
Really?
Yeah.
Can my six-foot-two Navy SEAL husband come with us?
Is that...?
Oh, my, I didn't see the ring with my glasses off, so...
Look at that, I'm starting to exude.
Want to get that?
Not particularly.
Could you get that?
I suppose I could if I were asked.
Would you please get that?
Of course.
Why do you have to make things so complicated?
Dr. Cooper?
Yes.
I'm Special Agent Page, FBI.
You say you're Special Agent Page, FBI.
Here's my I.D.
And here is
my Justice League membership card.
But that doesn't prove I know Batman.
I just want to ask you a few questions about Howard Wolowitz.
Oh. All right.
I doubt anyone would risk
the stiff penalties for impersonating a federal officer
just to ask questions about a minor league engineer
with an unresolved Oedipal complex.
Thank you.
For the record, I truly support the FBI
in the mission which is expressed
through their motto...?
Fidelity, bravery, integrity.
Correct. Now to business.
18 years ago, I sent the FBI Crime Lab samples
from a bag of excrement that had been lit on fire
on my front porch...
...for fingerprinting and DNA analysis.
Why haven't I heard back yet?
Well, the FBI Crime Lab does have a lot on its plate.
That's of little comfort to a nation
attempting to scrape burning feces off its shoes.
Would you mind if we talked about Mr. Wolowitz now?
A little, but go on.
Thank you.
Would you characterize him as responsible?
I'm going to answer that with a visual aid.
This is my nine-disc complete
Lord of the Rings trilogy Blu-ray set.
Mr. Wolowitz borrowed it,
damaged plastic retention hub number three...
...and then returned it to me, hoping I wouldn't notice.
Would you characterize that as responsible?
That's really not the sort of thing we're interested in.
You heard me say Blu-ray, right?
I did.
Very well.
Would you be interested
in knowing that Mr. Wolowitz once snuck onto
my World of Warcraft account and changed the name
of a certain level-80 warlock from Sheldor to Smeldor?
I'm afraid not.
Is there anything else?
"Is there anything else?"
Where would you like to start?
He refuses to pay fines
when he's overdue with books I lend him.
He crashed the Mars Rover while attempting to impress a woman.
He recommended that I go see
the third Matrix movie because it was, and I quote,
"just as good as the first one."
If that's not irresponsible, I don't know what is.
The Mars Rover?
Did I say Mars Rover?
You did.
That was actually a poorly chosen example,
as it had nothing to do with me.
Yes, well, let's talk about it anyway.
I don't want to.
Not that my disinclination
to discuss the topic should be interpreted as
evidence of Howard Wolowitz's culpability in the destruction
of government property worth millions of dollars.
Thank you, Dr. Cooper.
I think I have all I need.
Oh, good.
I was afraid you were going to fixate
on that Mars Rover incident.
Hey, buddies.
Guess who didn't get security clearance
to work on the giant space laser?
What happened?
Apparently, the background interviews didn't go well.
You guys wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?
Well, actually, I may have gotten
a little tipsy when I talked to her.
And I may have
hit on her a little bit.
I may have thrown up rum cake on her shoes.
I see.
Well, it's good to know, when I need you guys, I can always
count on you to step up and ruin everything.
I feel awful.
Ah, me, too.
To tell you the truth,
I thought if anyone was going to
screw things up for Howard, it'd be Sheldon.
Well, your expectations have been subverted.
Aha.
What are you doing up?
Sleep eludes me, Leonard.
Really?
Maybe sleep has met you before.
Mockery?
That's all you have to offer?
I'm sorry. Why can't you sleep?
Who knows?
I haven't watched any scary movies recently.
I'm no longer obsessing over why the predicted mass
of the quantum vacuum has little effect
on the expansion of the universe.
And it's been weeks since I took that accidental sip of Red Bull.
Did something happen today that's bothering you?
Well, I did mention
the Mars Rover incident to that FBI agent
and probably cost Howard his security clearance.
What? But why should that keep me up?
Because you feel guilty?
Interesting.
So you're saying my insomnia is caused by a guilty conscience.
Actually, you don't have insomnia.
You're sleeping now.
Excuse me?
You're having a guilt-ridden dream.
Do you have any evidence to support that hypothesis?
How about that Gorn sitting on the couch?
That seems fairly conclusive.
No, Gorn, no.
That's where I sit.
Thank you for agreeing to see me, Agent Page.
Thank you for filing a complaint with my superior, Dr. Cooper.
I understand you want to recant
your statement about Howard Wolowitz.
Yes. Was your statement untrue?
No.
Then I'm afraid you can't withdraw it.
I'm sorry. I don't recall you saying "no backsies."
Is there anything else?
Yes. I'd like to offer a laudatory statement
about Howard's many excellent qualities that I believe
will tip the scales back in his favor.
"Howard Joel Wolowitz.
"H is for honesty, of which he has much.
"O's for outstanding,
"which he is such.
"W's for witty, he's quick with a joke.
A's for artistic, his ability... " I'm sorry.
Dr. Cooper, this matter is already closed.
But I still have "rd Joel Wolowitz" left to go.
It's closed.
I don't understand why you people
are picking on my friend, Howard,
when there are much more serious security threats to pursue.
For instance, when I first met Leonard,
he was on the verge of giving away
rocket secrets to a North Korean spy,
and not one agent ever investigated that.
This is Leonard Hofstadter?
No, it's a different Leonard.
He's...
Chinese, red hair, six fingers.
Good-bye.
Raj.
Have you seen Howard?
I think he's eating lunch.
Uh, Sheldon, I want you to meet Neil deGrasse Tyson
from the Hayden Planetarium in New York.
I'm quite familiar with Dr. Tyson.
He's responsible for the demotion of Pluto
from planetary status.
I liked Pluto.
Ergo I do not like you.
But I actually didn't demote Pluto.
That was a vote
of the International Astronomical Union.
If "ifs" and "buts" were candy and nuts,
we'd all have a merry Christmas.
Think about that, Dr. Tyson.
Is that the guy you were telling me about?
Oh, yeah.
Howard.
The person at fault for you
not getting a security clearance is me.
You?
Yes, but before you get upset, I want you to know
I went to the FBI and retracted my statement.
And they were okay with that?
No. If anything, I made it worse.
In any case, I have been riddled with guilt,
which is causing Gorn-infested REM sleep.
So, I'm here now to say I'm sorry.
Are you kidding me?
You've set my career back at least two years,
and you think you can make it right with "I'm sorry"?
Yes.
I followed the social protocol.
I attempted to right the wrong, and when I failed to do so,
I delivered a heartfelt apology.
Now you say,
"Apology accepted,"
and I will offer you a one-time-only high five.
Your apology is not accepted.
You're tricking me.
It really is, isn't it?
Leave me alone, Sheldon.
Dr. Cooper, I just wanted you to know
I'm sorry for the role I played in the Pluto matter.
Oh, shut up.
Sheldon?
Hello.
What are you doing here?
I have troubles, Penny.
I've come to pour them out
to the sympathetic ear of the local barkeep.
You know, they have a really nice bar
over at the Olive Garden.
I don't like the Olive Garden.
They treat me like family.
Okay, Sheldon. What can I get you?
Alcohol.
Could you be a little more specific?
Ethyl alcohol.
40 milliliters.
I'm sorry, honey. I don't know milliliters.
Ah. Blame President James "Jimmy" Carter.
He started America on a path to the metric system
but then just gave up.
He wonders why he was a one-term president.
Would you say that's about 40 milliliters?
More or less. Great.
Now, where were we?
I believe you were about to ask me to choose a cocktail.
Fortunately, thanks to computer-savvy alcoholics,
there's an app for that.
Let's see.
Harvey Wallbanger. Eh.
Sex on the Beach. I hardly think so.
Rob Roy,
Silk Slipper, Mad Hatter.
Ooh!
I'll have a Rosewater Ricky.
A what? You'll need pitted,
brandied cherries, gin, rosewater,
Angostura bitters and overproofed rum.
Now, first, dust the cherries with sugar,
then spray them with a mixture of rum and bitters.
Then ignite the rum, caramel...
Here you go-- one Rosewater Ricky.
That's not how it looks in the picture.
Oh, yeah, you know, every bartender makes it differently.
Why don't you give it a try.
All right.
To the metric system.
I can't taste the cherries.
All right. Sheldon, what's on your mind?
I wronged Howard, and he won't accept my apology.
Oh, right, that.
Yes, Leonard told me. Sorry, honey.
Penny, you face failure on a daily basis.
How do you cope?
I drink.
To drinking.
Nope.
Oh, if only there were some way
to force Howard to accept my apology
so I could escape this miasma of guilt.
You know, sometimes stuff just happens,
and there's nothing you can do about it.
For example, Lisa Peterson
hasn't talked to me since the 11th grade,
because no matter how much you apologize,
you can't go back and un-dry-hump someone's boyfriend.
I see.
You're saying I'm facing Starfleet Academy's
unwinnable command scenario: the Kobayashi Maru.
Exactly.
Sometimes you can't win.
Captain Kirk won.
Kirk cheated.
Impressive that you know that.
It's hard to believe
I'm actually having this conversation with you.
Right there with you.
Kirk beat the Kobayashi Maru by reprogramming the simulator.
That's it. What?
I'll reprogram Howard. What...?
Sheldon, you can't reprogram people.
No, you can't reprogram people.
To James Tiberius Kirk.
Hello, all.
- Hello. - Hey.
Howard, you're feeling better about me today, aren't you?
Not really.
Yes, you are.
I'm using neurolinguistic programming
to modify your thought patterns.
Oh.
Go away, Sheldon.
There's a $9.95 e-book down the drain.
What's in the bag?
It's for Howard.
Oh. Sheldon, you can't fix this with gifts.
Nevertheless, I've hurt you,
and whether you forgive me or not,
I want you to have this.
You're giving me a couch cushion?
No.
The cushion is merely symbolic.
I'm giving you my spot on the couch.
But you love that spot.
No. I love my mother.
My feelings for my spot are much greater.
It is the singular location in space
around which revolves my entire universe.
And now it's yours.
Oh, my God, dude. Now you have to forgive him.
All right.
Apology accepted.
High five.
Not too hard.
Thank you.
I haven't cried like this since Toy Story 3.
I got to tell you,
Sheldon, I understand why you chose this spot.
I mean, the temperature is good, but there's no draft.
I can see the television, but I can still talk to...
I changed my mind. Get out of my spot.
How long?
94 seconds.
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