The Pulled Groin Extrapolation


 * Amy: Leonard, you may not have noticed, but I am being a delight here. And you're not holding up your end of the evening.
 * Leonard: I'm sorry. The wedding just reminds me of my kind-of-sort-of girlfriend 9,000 miles away.
 * Amy: I have a kind-of sort-of boyfriend who's playing with a model train right now, and you don't hear me bitching about it.


 * Leonard: (sarcastically) You sound like you had a great night.
 * Sheldon: I did! How was yours?
 * Leonard: Not bad. I had a lot more fun with Amy than I thought I would.
 * Sheldon: What exactly do you mean by that?
 * Leonard: Well, turns out she really knows how to help a guy loosen up and have a good time. Although, truth be told, my groin is a little worse for wear.
 * (Sheldon hits Leonard in the shoulder)
 * Leonard: Ow! Why did you do that?
 * Sheldon: To send you a message. She is not for you!
 * Leonard: What?
 * Sheldon: NOT FOR YOU!


 * Sheldon: All these years, I've been so wrong. The tinier the train, the more concentrated the fun!


 * Penny: (about Leonard) So handsome! Like.
 * Sheldon: Better than James Bond, because he's tinier.


 * Sheldon: It's official! I'm an HO trainiac!


 * Amy: How was your shower?
 * Leonard: It was good, good. Just out of curiosity, what time do you usually go to bed?
 * Amy: Oh, I’m up all night. I’m like a possum. Boy, you were not liked in high school, were you?
 * Leonard: Not really. Is that my yearbook?
 * Amy: Mm-hmm. Dear Leonard, you’re really good at science. Maybe one day you’ll come up with a cure for being a dork.
 * Leonard: Well, it wasn't spray-painting a lightning bolt on my briefcase, I can tell you that.
 * Amy: If it makes you feel any better, the only person who signed my yearbook was my mother.
 * Leonard: Aw.
 * Amy: Dear Amy, self-respect and a hymen are better than friends and fun. Love, Mom.


 * (The ending bedroom scene in the Wolowitz house where Howard is asleep in a not-so-tidy style when Bernadette enters with a breakfast tray of pancakes on a plate, a jug of butter-flavored syrup, a glass of orange juice and a mug of coffee and she suddenly arrives at Howard's bed)
 * Bernadette: Good morning, handsome.
 * (Howard struggles to wake himself up).
 * Howard: (he groans in his sleep) Morning, Mom.
 * (Bernadette is now very cross when she is being referred to as 'mom' by Howard).
 * Bernadette: (she corrects him crossly) It’s me.
 * Howard: (he is recovered) Yes, it is, and you’re so pretty in the morning.
 * Bernadette: Your mom and I made you breakfast.
 * Howard: Oh, wow. So you guys are getting along?
 * Bernadette: (she's explaining sadly to Howard) Yeah, I guess. We’re very different people, Howard, so communication’s a little tricky.
 * Mrs. Wolowitz (off): Does he like the pancakes?!
 * (Bernadette yells with huge loud anger at Howard's mom's voice in the background)
 * Bernadette (1st time: she shouts in Mrs. Wolowitz's voice): He didn’t try them yet!
 * Howard: (asking shiftily) Is there any butter?
 * Bernadette: (with a firm smile) It’s butter-flavored syrup.
 * Howard: Oh.
 * Mrs. Wolowitz (off): So, what’s the word?
 * (Bernadette yells with huge loud anger at Howard's mom's voice in the background again)
 * Bernadette: (2nd time: she shouts in Mrs. Wolowitz's voice) He wants butter!
 * Mrs. Wolowitz (off): It’s butter-flavoured syrup
 * (Bernadette indicates Howard and the breakfast tray to Howard's mom's voice in the background and yells with huge loud anger at her for the final time) 
 * Bernadette: (final time: she shouts in Mrs. Wolowitz's voice) I just told him that!
 * Howard: (chuckling shiftily) I don’t need any butter.
 * Bernadette: (she's so tired and really furious) If you want butter, I’ll get you butter.
 * (Bernadette now exits the bedroom in fury. Howard now gazes around the bedroom and at the breakfast tray at the same time fore eight seconds and he now complains to himself)
 * Howard: (he grumbles for a second) Well, I guess I’ll cut these by myself.