Having a little trouble catching your breath there?
No, no, I'm good.
If my P.E. teachers had told me this is what I was training for,
I would have tried a lot harder.
(laughing)
"Do or do not. There is no try."
Did you just quote Star Wars?
I believe I quoted Empire Strikes Back.
Oh, my God.
I'm lying in bed with a beautiful woman
who can quote Yoda.
(chuckles)
I love you, Penny.
Oh...
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I just wanted to put that out there.
Oh, yeah, no, I-I'm-I'm glad.
Good.
Glad is good. Yeah.
Yeah...
(clearing throat)
No, no...
Um...
So, it's getting pretty late.
We should probably go to sleep. Yeah.
Okay. (nervous chuckle) Yeah, probably.
Okay, good night, sweetie. Good night.
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Bang! ♪
The Big Bang Theory 3x19 The Wheaton Recurrence Original Air Date on April 12, 2010
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(gunfire and suspenseful music playing on TV)
Hey, Leonard, where do you come down on giant ants?
Sheldon says impossible.
Howard and I say not only possible,
but as a mode of transportation, way cooler than a Batmobile.
You are ignoring the square-cube law.
The giant ant would be crushed
under the weight of its own exoskeleton.
And for the record,
the appropriate ranking of cool modes of transportation is:
jet pack, hoverboard, transporter, Batmobile,
and then giant ant.
Seriously?
You have nothing better to do
than sit around and discuss the possibility of giant ants?
What's with him?
Perhaps he's at a sensitive point in his monthly cycle.
Are you saying he's man-strating?
Not literally.
But as far back as the 17th century,
scientists observed a 33-day fluctuation
in men's hormone levels.
Interesting.
That might explain my weepy days in the middle of the month.
You know what I'm talking about.
Okay, forget giant ants.
How about giant rabbits?
Big or small, I don't like rabbits.
They always look like they're about to say something,
but they never do.
Rabbits do have a respiratory system
that would support great size.
And on a side note, they are one of the few mammals
whose scrotum is in front of the penis.
Maybe that's what they want to talk about.
Leonard, where do you stand on giant rabbits
and scrotal position?
I honestly don't care.
KOOTHRAPPALI: Really?
Because every time we've talked about unusual animal genitals,
you've always had some pretty strong
and controversial opinions.
What do you want from me?
I just don't give a rat's ass.
Would that be a giant rat's ass?
For the record, giant rats are possible.
Can we please talk about something else?
Maybe something vaguely related
to life as we know it on this planet?
Okay, how about this for a topic:
Why is Leonard being a giant douche?
Assuming giant douches are possible.
Of course they are.
Leonard's being one.
Maybe he's having a lover's spat with Penny.
No, there was no spat.
Oh, but something happened.
I don't want to talk about it.
But I sense you're going to and I don't want to hear about it.
Excuse me.
What'd you do, Romeo?
You pour maple syrup all over your body
and ask her if she was in the mood for a short stack?
Did you think it would be funny to put on a pair of her panties
and jump around, but it wound up just creeping her out?
What? No.
I'm just asking, dude.
It happens.
You guys still on for bowling tonight?
Oh, yes.
In fact, I've prepared some trash talk for the occasion.
You bowl like your mama.
Unless, of course, she bowls well.
In which case, you bowl nothing like her.
Oh. Ouch.
That is what is referred to as a burn on you.
Did you ask her to start waxing?
No.
Did you start waxing?
No.
While making love,
did you accidentally spank your own ass
and cry out, "Mommy"?
I'm walking away from you now.
That wasn't a no.
Yeah, I think we're getting close.
Did you take a Benadryl and fall asleep while pleasuring her?
Because you can die that way.
Oh, that would be a good way to go.
Hi.
Oh, hey.
Good, Penny.
Reminder: bowling tonight at 7:00.
Oh, right, bowling.
You don't have to come if you don't want to.
No, no, it's okay.
I mean, let's face it, you guys would get creamed without me.
We would indeed.
In this particular case,
your lack of femininity works to our advantage.
It's always nice chatting with you, Sheldon.
Sarcasm?
Thinly veiled contempt.
Remember: 7:00. Got it.
Pacific Daylight time! Bite me!
Please reserve that butch spirit for the lanes.
(coughs)
I thought you were bringing your own bowling shoes.
These are my own bowling shoes.
Then what's with the disinfectant?
I know where my feet have been.
Hey, Penny!
And you guys.
Albino Bob couldn't make it, so I brought a substitute.
I believe some of you know
Wil Wheaton.
Hi, Sheldon. How's it going?
Well, well, well.
If it isn't Wil Wheaton,
the Green Goblin to my Spider-Man.
the Pope Paul V to my Galileo,
the Internet Explorer to my Firefox.
You're not still carrying a grudge
because I beat you at that card tournament, are you?
I'm the proud owner
of WilWheatonstinks.com, .net, and .org.
What does that tell you?
It tells me that I am living rent-free right here.
You ready to bowl?
Oh, I'm ready.
I don't know if Stuart told you what you're up against tonight,
but before you stands the co-captain of the
East Texas Christian Youth Holy Roller Bowling League championship team.
Seven- to 12-year-old division.
Also, Penny's pretty good.
Great. Then it's on.
Oh, foolish Wil Wheaton, it was never off.
Yes!
A common spare.
The Miss Congeniality of the bowling pageant.
Before you jump on Twitter
to tout your modest accomplishment,
watch how it's really done.
I am the ball.
My thoughts are its thoughts.
Its holes are my holes.
Yes.
Tweet that, Tweety Bird.
Hey, I just wanted to tell you
I'm a big fan.
Oh, thanks.
I'm sure you're probably sick of Star Trek questions,
but Whoopi Goldberg-- you ever hit that?
Ah, beer.
The magic elixir that can turn this poor, shy Indian boy
into the life of the party.
Oh, yeah.
Chili cheese fry?
Yes. I love chili cheese fries.
Really? You love them?
Yeah, why?
No reason. I'm just glad to hear
you're comfortable saying you love something.
Do you really want to get into this right now?
Get into what?
Why wouldn't you love the chili cheese fries?
They've been in your life a long time.
They make you happy.
They deserve to know.
Look, you just caught me by surprise last night.
I didn't know what to say.
Okay, well, now you've had some time to think about it.
So, what do you want to say?
I'm not sure.
How can you not be sure?
Okay, this isn't the place to have this conversation.
No, the place to have the conversation was in bed
after I said, "I love yo""
and you said, "Thank you. Good night""
Don't push it, Leonard.
I am not pushing anything. You are.
You don't get to decide when I'm ready to say "I love you!"
Ah, the premature "I love you."
I guessed "premature." Does that count?
Penny.
What?
This is for you.
Ice cream?
I've been familiarizing myself with female emotional crises
by studying the comic strip Cathy.
When she's upset, she says, "Ack!" and eats ice cream.
Um...
Ack!
If you were a cat, I would have brought you a lasagna.
Did Leonard send you over here?
No, we haven't spoken
since your abrupt departure last night
caused us to forfeit to Stuart
and his dastardly ringer Wil Wheaton.
Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
I'm not too proud to admit that I cried myself to sleep.
Again, I'm sorry.
And let me tell you, sleep did not
come easily with Leonard in the next room
singing along with Alanis Morrisette.
You're kidding.
No. Clearly another woman in dire need of ice cream.
All right, Sheldon, what part of this
is supposed to make me feel better?
The part where I tell you
I've engineered a rematch
with Stuart's team for tonight.
Oh, honey, I don't know.
Things are a little weird with Leonard right now.
You want me to remove him from the team?
I'm the captain. I can do that.
No, no, that's okay.
Just let me talk to him, and I'll get back to you.
When are you going to talk to him?
I don't know.
He's in the laundry room now. Now woulbe a good time.
You're not gonna leave me alone until I do it, are you?
Oh, I think we both know the answer to that question.
I think we should talk now.
Wha...? No, it's okay.
We don't have to talk 'cause there's nothing to talk about.
Everything's good.
Really?
So, you didn't get all snarky
'cause I said somethingice to a bowl of chili fries?
All right, maybe I overreacted.
So we're in two different places emotionally. So what?
And maybe I'm a little ahead of you. That's fine.
In fact, it makes sense, 'cause let's face it,
I've been in this relationship two years longer than you.
Look, Leonard, you have how much I care about you.
It's just that I've said the "L" word
too soon before, and it didn't work out very well.
Really?
I wouldn't know what that's like.
I'm sorry.
You know what I'm talking about, though.
Yeah, I do.
So, we're good?
Yes, that's what I'm telling you.
We are good. We are great.
All right! Fence mended, problem swept under the rug.
Time to bowl!
Yes, I was eavesdropping.
There's a lot at stake here.
Attention, all bowlers:
I've taken the liberty of having these made for our rematch.
"The Wesley Crushers"?
No, not The Wesley Crushers.
The Wesley Crushers.
I don't get it.
Wesley Crusher was
Wil Wheaton's character on Star Trek.
Still don't get it.
It's a blindingly clever play on words.
By appropriating his character's name and adding the S,
we imply that we we'll be the crushers of Wesley.
Okay, I'm sorry, honey,
but The Wesley Crushers sounds like a bunch of people
who like Wesley Crusher.
No! Again, it's not the Wesley Crushers.
It's the Wesley Crushers.
No, if you want it to mean you're crushing Wesley,
it'd be the Wesley Crushers.
Do you people even hear yourselves?
It's not The Wesley Crushers.
It's The Wesley Crushers.
Hey, look.
They named their team after me.
No, it's not the...
Never mind.
So, we're all clear on the bet and the stakes?
Oh, yes. The losers will be publicly humiliated
in a fashion to be chosen by the victor.
FYI: I plan on having you publish a scientific paper
expounding the discredited Velikovsky hypothesis.
Ouch again.
Hey, Sheldon,
I just wanted you to know
that I'm really looking forward to wiping the floor with you.
Oh, yes?
Well, before I respond, let me ask you a question.
Is your mother a good or poor bowler?
After you.
No, after you... as we are
currently crushing you, Wesley.
It's customary
for the player on the right-hand lane to bowl first.
All right.
It's a custom, not a rule.
I so loathe you.
That's right, Sheldon.
Embrace the dark side.
That's not even from your franchise!
I, um, I want you to know that
even though we're on opposite sides,
I, I bear you no ill will.
Thank you, Stuart. It's nice to know.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
People from opposite sides
often have good relationships.
You know, Romeo and Juliet...
Tony and Maria from West Side Story,
what's-his-name and the big blue chick in Avatar.
I'm gonna bowl now.
Be the ball, Howard.
Leave me alone, Sheldon.
You weren't the ball.
PENNY: Hey, thanks.
This is fun, huh?
Yeah.
It's good that we got out and did something physical.
Mm-hmm. Gets us out of our heads.
You get in your head,
you start to overthink, overanalyze,
obsess, you worry.
That's not what we're doing tonight.
Tonight we're just throwing a ball at some pins.
Yeah, that's right.
Mm-hmm, and someday-- we don't know when--
maybe you'll love me back.
Ooh, I'm up.
ALL (chanting): Shel-don! Shel-don! Shel-don! Shel-don!
Excuse me.
I don't know who you're chanting for as I am currently the ball.
The ball! The ball!
Thank you, Jesus!
As my mother would say.
I'm glad you patched things up
with your boyfriend.
Oh, yeah, me, too.
It's always tough when the "L" bomb gets dropped
and you're not ready for it.
Tell me about it.
I dated this one girl,
and I told her that I loved her,
and she said she wasn't sure.
And she strung me along for almost two years.
It was brutal.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Thanks.
I wish she had just broken up with me right there,
and put me out of my misery.
Really?
Yeah, would have been kinder.
Wil, you're up.
Oh, that's me.
Did you let Wil Wheaton get in your head?
What are you talking about?
He's evil. He plays evil mind games.
Did he tell you his grandmother died?
No!
Well, if he does, don't believe it.
He's not above playing the dead meemaw card.
Yes! (grunts)
Enjoy the accolades now, Wil Wheaton,
but like your time on Star Trek: Next Generation,
your smug self-satisfaction will be short-lived.
Penny, you're up.
All right, remember, his meemaw's alive
and be the ball.
Yeah, I got it.
We really need a strike here.
I know.
So just take your time and concentrate.
Leonard, stop pressuring me.
I'm not pressuring you.
Yeah, you are! Just back off!
Okay, I'm sorry.
I'll shut up.
(sighs)
I didn't mean "shut up."
Fine. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.
(sighs): No...
this isn't fair
to you, Leonard. I'm sorry.
Wait! Where are you going?
Penny, come back!
I'll get you ice cream!
No, let her go.
Are you insane?
If she leaves, it's over!
I'm pretty sure it's already over.
Tough luck, Sheldon.
You did this, didn't you?
Do you think I would really break up a couple
just to win a bowling match?
No, I suppose not.
Good. Keep thinking that.
Whea-ton!
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah, I'm telling you,
the Match.com chicks are much looser than on eHarmony.
You know, I-I gotta call you back.
I won a bet, and it's time to collect.
I don't know about you, but I feel empowered.
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