The Loobenfeld Decay


 * Sheldon: I was analyzing our lie, and I believe we're in danger of Penny seeing through the ruse.
 * Leonard: How?
 * Sheldon: Simple: If she were to log onto www.socialphysicsgroup.org/activities/other, click on "Upcoming Events", scroll down to "Seminars", download the PDF schedule, and look for the seminar on molecular positronium, well then, bippity-boppity-boo, our pants are metaphorically on fire.


 * Toby: The Philippines. 1992. The Subic Bay Naval Station. A young boy on the cusp of manhood. His only companions mongrel dogs and malarial mosquitoes. Desperate and alone he reached out to a man who promised to introduce him to a merciful, loving God, but who instead introduced him to a gin pickled tongue shoved down his adolescent throat. What choice did he have but to drink, shoot and snort his pain away.


 * Sheldon: Remember how Leonard told you we couldn't come to your performance because we were attending a symposium on molecular positronium?
 * Penny: I remember symposium.
 * Sheldon: Yes, well, he lied.
 * Penny: Wait, what?
 * Sheldon: He lied, and I’m feeling very uncomfortable about it.
 * Penny: Well imagine how I’m feeling.
 * Sheldon: Hungry? Tired? I’m sorry this really isn’t my strong suit.


 * Toby: And that he loved the companionship and the wisdom that his own father failed to provide.
 * Sheldon: Your parents made the right decision.
 * Toby: I cannot work like this!