Worst. Renaissance. Fair. Ever.
Please let it go, Sheldon.
It was rife with historical inaccuracies.
For example, the tavern girl serving flagons of mead.
Her costume was obviously Germanic.
But in 1487,
the Bavarian purity laws, or Reinheitsgebot,
severely limited the availability of mead.
At best, they would have had some sort of spiced wine.
- You're nitpicking. - Oh, really?
Well, here's another nit for you: the flagons
would not have been made of polypropylene.
Renaissance fairs aren't about historical accuracy.
They're about taking chubby girls who work at Kinko's
and lacing them up in corsets so tight
their bosom jumps out and says, "Howdy."
Bosoms would not have said "howdy" in the 15th century.
If anything, they would've said, "Huzzah."
I don't care what the bosoms say.
I just want to be part of the conversation.
Hi, guys.
Looks like you've been to the renaissance fair...
I'm hoping.
Renaissance fair? More of a medieval, slash, Age of Enlightenment,
slash, any-excuse-to-wear-a-codpiece fair.
Okay, fine, whatever. This is my friend Eric.
- Hello. - Hey.
So, yeah, good to see you.
It's good to see you, too.
We should probably go. Bye, guys.
I like your hat.
Thanks, my mom made it.
Penny with a new guy, très awkward.
It wasn't awkward.
It wasn't fun.
Besides, what's the big deal?
We dated, we stopped dating, and now we're both moving on.
By moving on, do you mean she's going out with other men
and you spent the afternoon making 15th-century soap with Wolowitz?
That was not 15th century soap. My God, those people need to learn
you can't just put "ye olde" in front of anything you want
and expect to get away with it.
Can we please just go in? My chain mail's stuck in my underwear.
You're wearing modern underwear?
Relatively modern.
What are you wearing?
I fashioned historically accurate undergarments out of linen.
You bought linen?
Don't be silly... I borrowed one of your pillowcases.
Borrowed?
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I'm happy that Penny's moving on.
It gives me the freedom to move on myself.
Are you saying that you've been holding back?
Of course. Out of respect.
So, how do you explain the ten years before Penny?
Who were you respecting then?
Well, I've dated plenty of women.
There was Joyce Kim...
Leslie Winkle...
Notify the editors of the Oxford English Dictionary.
The word "plenty" has been redefined to mean "two."
What about that girl last year at Comic-Con?
- Doesn't count. - Why not?
What happens in costume at Comic-Con stays at Comic-Con.
You're saying that because of what happened to you.
- What happened to you? - Nothing happened to me.
It wasn't your fault.
He was dressed as a green Orion slave girl.
How did we get on me?!
We were mocking Leonard for not moving on.
Dude, you have totally not moved on.
Yes, I have.
It's just a matter of actually making a date with someone.
Like who?
Well... there's Joyce Kim.
But she defected back to North Korea, so...
it's a little geographically undesirable.
- What about Leslie Winkle? - Oh, no.
- Why? - Her research methodology is sloppy,
she's unjustifiably arrogant about loop quantum gravity,
and to make matters worse, she's often mean to me.
- I think she's smoking hot. - I'd hit that.
You'd hit particulate soil in a colloidal suspension.
Mud.
I like Leslie, but she's not interested in dating
as much as using men as tools for stress release.
Yeah, so? Be a tool.
Go get yourself a little rebound "stress release."
Technically, it would only be rebound if he and Penny
had actually engaged in physical intimacy.
Like you and Richard the slave girl?
I bought him dinner and we kissed once! That was it.
And he told me his name was Kimberly.
You know how I know we're not in the matrix?
How?
If we were, the food would be better.
Hey, Leonard.
- Hey, Leslie. - Hey, dummy.
Hello, to you...
insufficiently intelligent person.
Ooh, rush me to the burn unit.
Do you have a second? I need to ask you something.
- Sure. - If you'll excuse me,
I'm going to go do work
that promises significant results, as opposed to what you do...
which does not.
Yeah, you heard me.
So, I heard your relationship with Penny crashed to the ground
like blue ice falling out of an airplane lavatory.
Where did you hear that?
Actually, I read it. Wolowitz texted me.
"Like blue ice falling out of an airplane lavatory," yeah.
I thought it was a pretty good one. I gave him an LOL.
Anyway, it got me thinking. Now that you're unattached,
maybe we can revisit our previous attachment.
Are you suggesting another bout of stress release?
No, I'm all done with casual sex. From now on, I'm fully committed
to the traditional relationship paradigm.
- Really? What changed? - It's hard to say.
I guess there's a time in every woman's life
when she gets tired of waking up on a strange futon
with a bunch of people she doesn't know.
Yeah, I can see how that would-- a bunch of people?
Anyway, I figure it's time to slow things down and,
who better to slow things down with than you?
I'm flattered.
So,
how do you suggest we proceed?
Your place, we'll order Chinese, you'll rent a movie--
artsy, but accessible-- then light petting, no coitus.
Sounds fun.
I'll leave the details up to you. It's better if you assume the male role.
Thank you, that's very thoughtful.
Great.
Call me.
Great news. My mom sent me my old Nintendo 64.
- Terrific. - You know what this means, don't you?
Break out the Red Bull, it's time to rock Mario, old school.
- I kind of have other plans tonight. - But it's Friday.
Friday's always vintage game night.
Look, Mom included the memory card.
We can pick up right where I left off in 1999
when I had pernicious anemia.
The thing is, someone's coming over.
No problem. I have three controllers. The more the merrier.
It's a date. I have a date coming over.
You can't blame me for not jumping to that conclusion.
Why? What's so unusual about me having a date?
- Statistically speaking... - All right, all right.
Nevertheless, I have one now and I'd appreciate it if you would,
make yourself scarce.
I'm a published theoretical physicist with two doctorates
and an IQ which can't be accurely measured by normal tests.
How much scarcer could I be?
You know what I mean. Could you just give us a little privacy?
- You want me to leave the apartment? - Yes.
You mean, just go someplace else and be...
someplace else?
Yes.
Why should I leave? This is my apartment, too.
I know,
and if science ever discovers a second member of your species
and you two would like some privacy,
I'd be more than happy to get out of your way.
Well, all right then.
What are you doing?
Playing Super Mario
on a poorly coded Nintendo 64 emulator.
Why are you doing it on the stairs?
I am a modern day Napoleon exiled to the Elba of the staircase
because Leonard, get this, has a date.
Good for him.
Why are you sitting here? Why don't you just go to a movie or something?
Alone?
- Yeah, why not? - What if I choke on my popcorn?
Who will administer the Heimlich maneuver?
Then don't order popcorn.
No popcorn at the mo... listen to yourself.
- Why don't you go to a coffee shop? - I don't drink coffee.
They have other things.
What do they have?
You know, cookies, pastries...
Pastries such as bear claws?
- Yeah, sure. - I don't like bear claws.
Hey, Penny.
Dumbass.
Leslie Winkle.
Of all the overrated physicists in all the labs in all the world,
why does it have to be Leslie Winkle?
They have a lot in common. I mean, they're both scientists.
Oh, please. The only way she could make a contribution to science
would be if they resumed sending chimps into space.
Okay, well, I have a date, too, so I'll see ya.
Everybody has a date.
Even you, Mario, going after Princess Peach.
And what am I doing? I'm just enabling you.
- This is pretty good orange chicken. - Yeah, it's from Chang's.
- Not Chow's? - No, Chang's.
- What happened to Chow's? - It changed.
So,
how many children do you think we should have?
I'm sorry. That was a little abrupt.
A little?
There are so many things to talk about before we discuss reproduction.
I sure hope so.
Besides shortness, what genetic weaknesses run in your family?
Sorry to interrupt.
Battery's dying. Continue.
Genetic weakness, right.
There's the lactose intolerance.
Don't forget the male-pattern baldness.
When his uncles sit around the dinner table,
they look like a half carton of eggs.
Okay, my uncles are bald,
but my Aunt Edna is one of the hairiest women you'll ever meet.
Sweet lady.
Always tickles when she hugs me.
- What now? - I have to make pee-pee.
I'm sorry about all of Sheldon's interruptions.
He can be a bit of an eccentric.
If by "eccentric" you mean passive-aggressive
East Texas blowhole, I agree.
I think tonight was a very good start.
Me, too.
You sure you're okay postponing intercourse
until our relationship is past the initial viability test?
No problem, I'm very skilled at postponing intercourse.
I guess I'll call you and we'll arrange another evening.
I believe protocol dictates you wait a minimum of 18 hours before you call
so I'm not repulsed by your cloying eagerness.
Sure.
Again, it's your decision. You're the man.
It wasn't my cat.
It was an experiment designed by this guy named Schroedinger.
From the Charlie Brown cartoons?
No, he was some kind of scientist. Let me start again.
- Hey, Leonard. - Hello.
- Leslie. - Hi.
Okay, well... good night.
Okay, good night.
That ain't gonna make your point.
That's enough.
Call me.
Right.
Okay, good night.
- What? - Had a great time. Ciao.
I'm sorry, I am not going back to the Renaissance fair.
Come on,
there's so few places I can wear my jester costume.
I don't care.
There are far too many historical anomalies for my comfort.
Okay, how about this?
You can go dressed as a Star Trek science officer
exploring a planet similar to Earth in the 1500s.
You mean, like Spock?
Sure.
Fascinating.
Hey, fellow scientists...
Why don't we all move over there so Leslie can join us?
Let's do it.
If you're having trouble deciding where to sit,
may I suggest one potato, two potato?
Or as I call it, "the Leslie Winkle experimental methodology."
- Don't make this hard for me. - It's not hard.
It's simple.
You can either sit with me, your friend, colleague and roommate
or with an overrated scientist you might have sex with.
You're right, it is simple.
- Hey, Sheldon. - Penny.
Third floor tonight... mixing it up?
I still don't understand why you don't go to dinner or something.
All right, let's say I go to dinner alone,
and during the meal, I have to use the restroom.
How do I know someone's not touching my food?
Good night, Sheldon.
Penny, hold on.
Are you sure things can't work out with you and Leonard?
Excuse me?
I'm just wondering
if you really gave it the old college try.
Or in your case, the old community college try.
Okay, where is this coming from?
Leonard is upstairs right now with my archenemy.
Your archenemy?
The Dr. Doom to my Mr. Fantastic.
The Dr. Octopus to my Spider-Man, the Dr. Sivana to my Captain Marvel.
I get it.
It's amazing how many supervillains have advanced degrees.
Graduate school should do a better job of screening those people out.
Sheldon, come back. You're losing me.
It's Leslie Winkle, Penny.
She belittles my research.
Sweetie, I'm sorry.
She called me "dumbass."
I know. I heard.
Given this situation,
I have no choice but to withdraw my previous objections
to your ill-considered relationship with Leonard.
Gee, well, thank you for that.
But I think for now,
Leonard and I are just gonna stay friends.
No, that response is unacceptable to me.
Sheldon, you are a smart guy...
I'm "smart"?
I'd have to lose 60 IQ points to be classified as "smart."
- Are you gonna let me talk? - I'm sorry.
You must know that if Leonard and Leslie want to be together,
nothing you can do is gonna stop it.
You continue to underestimate my capabilities, madam.
Let me put it this way. If you're really Leonard's friend,
you will support him no matter who he wants to be with.
Wait a minute. Why am I doing all the giving here?
If Leonard's really my friend, why doesn't he have to support me
and my hatred of Leslie Winkle?
Because love trumps hate.
Now you're just making stuff up.
Okay, good night, Sheldon.
Mario...
If only I could control everyone the way I control you.
Hop, you little plumber, hop, hop, hop.
When the two of you reach a natural stopping point,
I'd like to have a word.
If the word is "pee-pee," just do it.
Leonard, you're my friend,
and friends support their friends... apparently.
So I'm withdrawing my objection
to your desire to have a relationship with Leslie.
- Thank you. - I will graciously
overlook the fact that she is an arrogant,
subpar scientist who actually believes loop quantum gravity
better unites quantum mechanics with general relativity
than does string theory.
You kids have fun.
Hang on a second.
Loop quantum gravity clearly offers more testable predictions than string theory.
I'm listening. Amuse me.
For one thing, we expect quantized space-time to manifest itself
as minute differences in the speed of light for different colors.
Balderdash. Matter clearly consists of tiny strings.
Are you gonna let him talk to me like that?
Okay, well, there is a lot of merit to both theories.
No, there isn't. Only loop quantum gravity
calculates the entropy of black holes.
Sheldon, don't make that noise. It's disrespectful.
I should hope so. It was a snort of derision.
You agree with me, right?
Loop quantum gravity is the future of physics.
Sorry, Leslie, I guess I prefer my space stringy, not loopy.
I'm glad I found out the truth about you before this went any further.
Truth? What truth?
We're talking about untested hypothes. It's no big deal.
It isn't? Really?
Tell me, how will we raise the children?
I guess we wait until they're old enough and let them choose their own theory.
We can't let them choose. They're children!
Where are you going?
I'm sorry.
I could have accepted our kids being genetically unable to eat ice cream
or ever get a good view of a parade.
But this?
This is a deal breaker.
Look on the bright side.
What's the bright side?
Only nine more months to Comic-con.
Captain, I'm getting an unusual reading.
That's great. You guys want corn dogs?
That's a temporal anomaly.
Corn dog's didn't come into existence till the first half of the 20th century.