The Cushion Saturation


 * Penny: What difference does it make?


 * Sheldon: What difference does it make?


 * Leonard: Here we go.


 * Sheldon: That is my spot. In an ever-changing world, it is a single point of consistency. If my life were expressed as a function in a four-dimensional, that spot, at the moment I first sat on it, would be [0,0,0,0].


 * Penny: Why don't you just eat in your desk chair?


 * Sheldon: Why don't I just eat in my desk chair?


 * Leonard: Here we go.


 * Sheldon: That is my desk chair. That is where I work. I don't eat in my desk chair, and I don't work in my spot -- I work in my desk chair and eat in my spot.


 * Leonard: Wackadoodle.


 * Penny: What are we going to do?
 * Leonard: We? No, no, no. You had your chance to be we for, like, a year and a half now. Right now, you are you, and you are screwed.


 * (Sheldon shoots Penny with a paintball gun to get revenge for his cushion)


 * Penny: What the hell?


 * Sheldon: That was for my cushion.


 * Leonard: Sheldon, Penny was our only hope.


 * Sheldon: I'm sorry, but revenge is a dish best served cold.


 * Penny: Screw that. (shoots Sheldon back with a paintball gun)


 * Sheldon: She can't shoot me. She's dead.


 * Leonard: He's right. You can't. (shoots Sheldon with a paintball gun)


 * Sheldon: Well, if we're going to descend it to anarchy. (shoots Leonard back with a paintball gun)


 * Howard: Okay, see you.


 * (Howard, Raj and Leslie prepares to leave the shed)


 * Leonard: Where are you going?


 * Leslie: Surrender, then Denny's.